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Set  forth  in  General  Conventions  of  said  Church,  in  tht  years  of 
our  Lord,  1789,  1803,  and  1326. 


STANDARD  STEREOTYPE  EDITION 


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PUBLISHED  BY  S.  F.  BRADFORD. 

Stereotyped  by  L.  Johnson. 

1827. 


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la  pursuance  of  a  resolution  of  the  General  Convention  of  the  ProteS&m 
Episcopal  Church,  in  the^UitedJatates  of  America,  we,  the  aut^ribei&A  C^a> 
mittee  authored tfor  the  puroose,  do'M^tw  piTblisli,tife'^^5frts  oTThe^idi 
Church,  and^hrjfce^set  foYth  byWhe  said  Convention  at  their  session  in  Novem- 
ber, in  the  year  of  our  Lord  182G;  and  this  edition  of  the  said  Hymns.*  agreeably 
k>  the  aforesaid  resolution,  is  to  be  the  standard  copy. 

JOHN  HENRY  HOB  ART, 

Bishop  of  the  Protestant  Ej^is.  Church  injhe  Mate  afXew  York 

JOHN  CROES,         * 
Bishop  of  the  Prote&ant^Epis .  CjBm£l9£n£&$tf\o}'^S:eu*  Jersey 

SAML.-H.  TURNER, 
Professor  of  Bib.  Learning,  and  Interpretation  of  Scripture,  in  the 

General  Theological  Seminary. 

BIRD  WILSON, 
Professor  of  Systematic  Divinity  in  the  Gen.  Theological  Seminary. 

JACKSON  KEMPER, 

An  assistant  Juinisttr  of  Christ-Church,  frc.  Philadelphia 

\VM.  AUGUSTUS  MUHLENBERG, 
Rector  of  St.  George's  Church,  flushing,  Long-IAand 
Apr%l  10,  1827. 


F.mtttrn  District  of  Pennsylvania,  to  wit : 

U4jj       be  it  REMEMBERED,  that  on  the  nineteenth  day  of  April, 

in  the  fifty-first  year  of  the  independence  of  the  United  States  of 
America,  A.  D.  J 827,  the  Right  Reverend  Win.  White,  the  Rev, 
Jackson  Kemper,  Wm.  Meredith  and  Horace  Binney,  a  com- 
mittee of  the  General  Convention  of  the  Protestant  Episcopal 
Church,  in  the  United  States  of  America,  in  the  year  1826,  of 
the  said  District,  have  deposited  in  this  office  the  title  of  a  boot, 
!he  right  whereof  they  claim  as  proprietors,  in  the  words  following,  to  wit: 

Hymns  of  the  Protestant  Episcopal  Church,  in  the  United  States  of  America- 
Set  forth  in  Gem  ral  Conventions  of  said  Church,  in  the  years  of  our  Lord, 
1789,  1803,  and  1826." 

In  conformity  to  the  Act  of  the  Congress  of  the  United  States,  intituled,  "  An 
Act  for  the  Encouragement  of  Learning,  by  securing  the  copies  of  Maps,  Charts 
and  Books,  to  the  authors  and  proprietors  of  such  copies  during  the  times  therein 
mentioned" — And  also  to  the  act  entitled,  "An  act  supplementary  to  an  act. 
entitled,  "  An  act  for  the  Encouragement  of  Learning,  by  securing  the  copies  of 
Maps,  Charts  and  Socks,  to  the  authors  and  proprietors  of  such  copies  during  the 
times  therein  mentioned,"  and  extending  the  benefits  thereof  to  the  arts  or  de- 
signing, engraving,  and  etching  historical  and  other  prints." 

D.CALDWELL, 
Clerk  of  the  Eastern  District  of  Pennsylvania 


INDEX. 


I.  THE  HOLY  SCRIPTURES **% 

II.  CREATION 6 

IH.  PROVIDENCE 10 

IV.  REDEMPTION 15 

V.  THE  CHURCH 19 

VI.  FESTIVALS  AND  FASTS 2£ 

The  Lord's  Day, 22 

Advent, 2,7 

Christmas, 28 

End  of  the  Year, SI 

New  Year, 32 

Epiphany, SS 

Lent,     \ 36 

Passion  Week  and  Good  Friday,  ...  39 

Easter,        *  ....  42 

Ascension, 44 

Whitsunday 45 

Trinity  Sunday, 47 

Fast-day, 49 

Thanksgiving  day,       .......  50 

VII.  ORDINANCES  AND  SPECIAL  OCCA 

SIONS 5£ 

Baptism, ib. 

Confirmation, •     .  54 

The  Lord's  Supper, 56 

Ordination,  or  Institution  of  Ministers,     .  58 

Consecration  of  a  Church,  .     •     .     .     .  60 

Missions, .     .     .     .     .  ib. 


IV  INDEX. 

Page 
Sunday  and  Charity  Schools,        .     .     .     65 

Charitable  occasions, 67 

To  be  used  at  Sea, 69 

For  the  Sick, 71 

Funerals, 73 

VIII.  INVITATION  AND  WARNING.       .     .   75 

IX.  CHRISTIAN  DUTIES  AND  AFFEC- 

TIONS  77- 

Prayer, ib. 

Repentance, 79 

Faith, 81 

Hope,     ! 84 

Joy,      . 85 

Love, 86 

Praise, 88 

Contentment, 91 

In  Affliction,     . 92 

Daily  Devotion, 94 

X.  THE  CHRISTIAN  LIFE 101 

XL  DEATH 110 

XII.  JUDGMENT. 112 

XIII.  ETERNITY 114 

XIV.  MISCELLANEOUS.     . 118 

XV.  GLORIA  PATRI 124 


HYMNS- 

X.    THE  HOLY  SCRIPTURES. 

HYMN    1.  (c.  M.) 

1  /2J.REAT  God!  with  wonder  and  with  praise 
^*"     On  all  thy  works  I  look; 

But  still  thy  wisdom,  power,  and  grace, 
Shine  brightest  in  thy  book. 

2  The  stars,  that  in  their  courses  roll, 

Have  much  instruction  given; 
But  thy  good  word  informs  my  soul 
How  I  may  soar  to  heaven. 

3  The  fields  provide  me  food,  and  show 

The  goodness  of  the  Lord; 
But  fruits  of  life  and  glory  grow 
In  thy  most  holy  word. 

4  Here  are  my  choicest  treasures  hid; 

Here  my  best  comfort  lies; 
Here  my  desires  are  satisfied, 
And  here  my  hopes  arise. 

5  Lord,  make  me  understand  thy  law, 

Show  what  my  faults  have  been, 
And  from  thy  Gospel  let  me  draw 
Pardon  for  all  my  sin. 

6  Here  would  I  learn  how  Christ  has  died 

To  save  my  soul  from  hell; 
Not  all  the  books  on  earth  beside, 
Such  heavenly  wonders  tell. 

7  Then  let  me  love  my  Bible  more, 

And  take  a  fresh  delight, 
By  day  to  read  these  wonders  o'er, 
And  meditate  by  night 

HYMN   2.  (c.  M.) 

1   TCVVTTIEIi  of  mercies!  in  thy  word 
What  endless  glory  shines  I 
For  ever  be  thy  name  ador'd, 
For  these  celestial  lines. 
A  2 


HYMN 

:  Here  may  the  wretched  sons  of  want 
Exhaustless  riches  find; 
Riches  above  what  earth  can  grant, 
And  lasting  as  the  mind. 

Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 

And  yields  a  free  repast; 
Sublimer  sweets  than  nature  knows 

Invite  the  longing  taste. 
Here  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 

Spreads  heavenly  peace  around; 
And  life  and  everlasting  joys, 

Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

0  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 

My  ever  dear  delight; 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see, 

And  still  increasing  light. 

Divine  instructor,  gracious  Lord, 

Be  thou  for  ever  near; 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word, 

And  view  my  Saviour  there. 


ZZ.    CREATION. 

HYMN    3.  (C.  M.) 

Q.REAT  first  of  beings!  mighty  Lord 
^^     Of  all  this  wondrous  frame! 
Produc'd  by  thy  creating  word, 
The  world  from  nothing  came. 

Thy  voice  sent  forth  the  high  command, 

*Twas  instantly  obey'd; 
And  through  thy  goodness  all  things  stand, 

Which  by  thy  pow'r  wrere  made. 

Lord!  for  thy  glory — shine  the  whole; 

They  all  reflect  thy  light: 
For  this — in  course  the  planets  roll, 

And  day  succeeds  the  night. 

For  this— the  sun  disperses  heat 

And  beams  of  cheering  day; 
And  distant  stars,  in  order  set, 

By  night  thy  pow'r  display. 


HYMN 

For  this — the  earth  its  produce  yields, 

For  this — the  waters  flow; 
And  blooming  plants  adorn  the  fields, 

And  trees  aspiring  grow. 
Inspired  with  praise,  our  minds  pursue 

This  wise  and  noble  end — 
That  all  we  think,  and  all  we  do, 

Shall  to  thine  honour  tend. 

hoix  4.  (c.  M.) 

Genesis  i. 

["  ET  heaven  arise,  let  earth  appear, 

Proclainvd  th'  Eternal  Lord: 
The  heaven  arose,  the  earth  appear  d, 

At  his  creating  word. 
But  formless  was  the  earth,  and  void, 

Dark,  sluggish,  and  confus'd; 
Till  o?er  the  mass  the  Spirit  mov'd, 

And  quickening  pow'r  diftus'd. 
Then  spake  the  Lord  Omnipotent 

The  mandate,  ;;  Be  there  light:*' 
Light  darted  forth  in  vivid  ray.-. 

And  scattered  ancient  night. 
The  glorious  firmament  he  spread, 

To  part  the  earth  and  sky: 
And  fix'd  the  upper  elements 

Within  their  spheres  on  high. 
He  bade  the  seas  together  flow; 

They  left  the  solid  land; 
And  herbs,  and  plants,  and  fruitful  trees. 

Sprung  forth  at  his  command. 
Above,  he  fornvd  the  stars;  and  plac'd 

Two  greater  orbs  of  light; 
The  radiant  sun  to  rule  the  day, 

The  moon  to  rule  the  night. 
To  all  the  varied  living  tribes 

He  gave  their  wondrous   birth; 
Some  fornvd  within  the  wat'ry  deep. 

Some,  from  the  teeming  earth. 
Then,  chief  o'er  all  his  works  below, 

Man,  honour'd  man,  was  made; 
His  soul  with  God's  pure  image  stamp'd. 

With  innocence  array'd. 


HYMNS 

Completed  now  the  mighty  work, 

God  his  creation  view'd: 
And,pleas'd  with  all  that  he  had  madef 

Pronounc'd  it  "  very  good." 

HYMN    5.  (II.   1.) 

Psalm  cxlviii. 

Praise  from  Living  Creatures. 

JJEGIN,  my  soul,  th'  exalted  lay, 
Let  each  enraptur'd  thought  obey, 

And  praise  th'  Almighty's  name: 
Let  heaven  and  earth,  and  seas  and  skies. 
In  one  melodious  concert  rise, 

To  swell  th'  inspiring  theme. 

Ye  angels,  catch  the  thrilling  sound, 
While  all  th'  adoring  thrones  around 

His  boundless  mercy  sing; 
Let  ev'ry  list'ning  saint  above 
Wake  all  the  tuneful  soul  of  love, 

And  touch  the  sweetest  string. 

Whate'er  this  living  world  contains, 
That  wings  the  air,  or  treads  the  plains, 

United  praise  bestow; 
Ye  tenants  of  the  ocean  wide, 
Proclaim  him  through  the  mighty  tide, 

And  in  the  deeps  below. 

Let  man,  by  nobler  passions  sway'd, 
The  feeling  heart,  the  judging  head, 

In  heavenly  praise  employ; 
Spread  HIS  tremendous  Name  around, 
While  heaven's  broad  arch  rings  back  the  sound, 

The  gen'ral  burst  of  joy. 

HYMN    6.  (II.    1.) 

Psalm  cxlviii. 

Praise  from  the  Elements  and  JVorlds. 

XTE  fields  of  light,  celestial  plains, 

Where  pure, serene  effulgence  reigns, 

Ye  scenes  divinely  fair, 
Your  Maker's  wondrous  pow'r  proclaim, 
Tell  how  he  form'd  your  shining  frame, 

And  breath'd  the  fluid  air. 


HYMNS. 

2  Join,  all  ye  stars,  the  vocal  choir? 
Thou  dazzling  orb  of  liquid  fire 

The  mighty  chorus  aid; 
And,  soon  as  ev'ning  veils  the  plain, 
Thou  moon,  prolong  the  hallow'd  strain, 

And  praise  him  in  the  shade. 

3  Thou  heav'n  of  heav'ns,  his  vast  abode, 
Proclaim  the  glories  of  thy  God; 

Ye  worlds,  declare  his  might; 
He  spake  the  word,  and  ye  were  made; 
Darkness  and  dismal  chaos  fled, 

And  nature  sprung  to  light. 

4  Let  every  element  rejoice; 

Ye  thunders,  burst  with  awful  voice 

To  him  who  bids  you  roll; 
His  praise  in  softer  notes  declare, 
Each  whisp'ring  breeze  of  yielding  air, 

And  breathe  it  to  the  soul. 

HYMN    7.  (L.  M.) 

Psalm  xix. 

1  HPHE  spacious  firmament  on  high, 

With  all  the  blue  ethereal  sky, 
And  spangled  heav'ns,  a  shining  frame, 
Their  great  Original  proclaim. 

2  Th'  unwearied  sun,  from  day  to  day, 
Does  his  Creator's  power  display, 
And  publishes  to  every  land 

The  work  of  an  Almighty  hand. 

3  Soon  as  the  ev'ning  shades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wondrous  tale; 
And,  nightly,  to  the  list'ning  earth, 
Repeats  the  story  of  her  birth; 

4  Whilst  all  the  stars  that  round  her  burn, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 

And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 

5  What  though  in  solemn  silence  all 
Move  round  this  dark  terrestrial  ball; 
What  though  no  real  voice  nor  sound 
Amidst  their  radiant  orbs  be  found; 

5  In  reason's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice, 


10  HYMNS. 

For  ever  singing  as  they  shine, 

"  The  hand  that  made  us  is  divine." 

XXX.    PROVIDENCE. 


HYMN    8.  (L.  M.) 

1  Tj^TERNAL  source  of  every  joy! 

Well  may  thy  praise  our  lips  employ, 
While  in  thy  temple  we  appear. 
To  hail  thee,  sovereign  of  the  year, 

2  Wide  as  the  wheels  of  nature  roll, 

Thy  hand  supports  and  guides  the  whole: 
The  sun  is  taught  by  thee  to  rise, 
And  darkness  when  to  veil  the  skies. 
5  The  flow'ry  spring  at  thy  command, 
Perfumes  the  air,  and  paints  the  land 5 
The  summer  rays  with  vigour  shine 
To  raise  the  corn  and  cheer  the  vine. 

4  Thy  hand  in  autumn  richly  pours 
Through  all  our  coasts  redundant  stores; 
And  winters,  soften'd  by  thy  care, 

No  more  the  face  of  horror  wear. 

5  Seasons,  and  months,  and  weeks,  and  days, 
Demand  successive  songs  of  praise; 

And  be  the  grateful  homage  paid, 
With  morning  light  and  ev'ning  shade. 

6  Here  in  thy  house  let  incense  rise, 
And  circling  sabbaths  bless  our  eyes, 
Till  to  those  lofty  heights  we  soar, 
Where  days  and  years  revolve  no  more. 

HYMN    9.  (II.  3.) 

Psalm  xxiii. 

1  IT^HE  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare, 

And  feed  me  with  a  shepherd's  care; 
His  presence  shall  my  wants  supply, 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye; 
My  noon-day  walks  he  shall  attend, 
And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend. 

2  When  in  the  sultry  glebe  I  faint, 
Or  on  the  thirsty  mountain  pant, 


HYMNS.  11 

To  fertile  vales  and  dewy  meads 
My  weary  wand'ring  steps  he  leads, 
Where  peaceful  rivers,  soft  and  slow, 
Amid  the  verdant  landscape  flow. 
3  Though  in  the  paths  of  death  I  tread, 
With  gloomy  horrors  overspread; 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  fear  no  ill, 
For  thou,  0  Lord,  art  with  me  still: 
Thy  friendly  crook  shall  give  me  aid, 
And  guide  me  through  the  dreadful  shade. 

HYMN    10.  (c.  M.) 

1  TlfHEN  all  thy  mercies,  0  my  God, 
My  rising  soul  surveys, 

Transported  with  the  view,  I'm  lost 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise! 

2  0  how  shall  words  with  equal  warmth 
The  gratitude  declare, 

That  glows  within  my  ravish'd  heart! 
But  thou  canst  read  it  there. 

3  Thy  providence  my  life  sustain'd, 
And  all  my  wants  red  rest, 

When  in  the  silent  womb  I  lay, 
And  hung  upon  the  breast. 

4  To  all  my  weak  complaints  and  cries 
Thy  mercy  lent  an  ear, 

E'er  yet  my  feejble  thoughts  had  learnt 
To  form  thgjteelves  in  prayer. 

5  UnnumberJ^ljHpforts  to  my  soul 
Thy  tende^Ee  bestow'd,  - 

Before  my  iftf|l|S  heart  eonceiv'd 
From  whomjthose  comforts  flow'd. 

6  When  in  th'e/sjbap'ry  paths  of  youth 
With  heedl^P  steps  I  ran, 

Thine  arm,  unseen,  convev'd  me  safe, 
And  led  me^up  to  man. 

§'&' Through  hiddeto  dangers,  toils,  and  deaths, 
f        It  gently  clear'd  my  way, 
'^And  through  the  pleasing  snares  of  vice, 
More  to  be  fear'd  than  they. 
When  worn  with  sickness,  oft  hast  thou 

With  health  renew'd  my  face; 
And,  when  in  sins  and  sorrows  sunk, 
Reviv'd  my  soul  with  grace. 


12  HYMNS. 

9  Thy  bounteous  hand  with  worldly  bliss 
Has  made  my  cup  run  o'er; 
And  in  a  kind  and  faithful  friend 
Has  doubled  all  my  store. 

10  Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 

My  daily  thanks  employ; 
Nor  is  the'least  a  cheerful  heart* 
That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 

11  Through  every  period  of  my  life 

Thy  goodness  I'll  pursue: 
And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds, 
The  glorious  theme  renew. 

12  When  nature  fails,  and  day  and  night 

Divide  thy  works  no  more, 
My  ever  grateful  heart,  0  Lord, 
Thy  mercy  shall  adore. 

13  Through  all  eternity,  to  thee, 

A  joyful  song  I'll  raise; 

But  oh !  eternity's  too  short 

To  utter  all  thy  praise. 

HYMN  11.  (HI.  1.) 

Psalm  xxxi.  15. 
"My  times  are  in  thy  hand." 

1  COV'REIGN  Ruler  of  the  skies. 

Ever  gracious,  ever  wise. 
All  our  times  are  in  thy  hand. 
All  events  at  thy  command. 

2  He  that  form'd  us  in  the  womb. 
He  shall  guide  us  to  the  tomb; 
All  our  ways  shall  ever  be 
Order'd  by  his  wise  decree. 

5  Times  of  sickness,  times  of  h^lth, 
Blighting  want,  and  cheerful  wealth, 
All  our  pleasures,  all  our  pains, 
Come,  and  end,  as  God  ordains. 

4  May  we  always  own  thy  hand. 
Still  to  thee  surrender 'd  stand. 
Know  that  thou  art  God  alone, 
We  and  ours  are  all  thy  own ! 

HYMN    12.  (C.  M.) 

1  (ZIOD  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 
His  wonders  to  perform; 


HYMN- 

He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea, 

And  rides  upon  the  storm. 
2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines, 

With  never  failing  skill, 
He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs, 

And  works  his  gracious  will. 
!   Fe  fearful  saint-,  fresh  courage  take; 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 
Are  bi«;  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 

In  blessings  on  your  head. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 

But  trust  him  for  his  ^race; 
Behind  a  frowning  providence 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fas 

Unfolding  every  hour: 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  ta 

But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 
Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err. 

And  scan  his  work  in  vain: 
a  interpreter, 

And  he  will  make  it  plain. 


13 


XV.    REDEMPTION. 


HYMN  13.  (S.  M.) 

Job  ix.  2—6. 
A  H,  how  shall  fallen  man 
x      Be  just  before  his  God ! 
If  he  contend  in  righteousness, 

We  sink  beneath  his  rod. 
If  he  our  ways  should  mark 

With  strict  inquiring  eyes, 
Could  we  for  one  of  thousand  faults 

A  just  excuse  devise? 
All-seeing,  powerful  God! 

Who  can  with  thee  contend  ? 
Or  who  that  tries  th5  unequal  strife, 

Shall  prosper  in  the  end? 
The  mountains,  in  thy  wrath, 

Their  ancient  seats  forsake  \ 
B 


14  HYMNS. 

The  trembling  earth  deserts  her  place, 

Her  rooted  pillars  shake ! 
5  Ah,  how  shall  guilty  man 

Contend  with  such  a  God? 
None,  none  can  meet  him,  and  escape, 

But  through  the  Saviour's  blood. 

HYMN   14.  (L.  M.) 

Job  ix.  30—33. 

1  HPHOUGH  I  should  seek  to  wash  me  clean 
In  water  of  the  driven  snow, 
My  soul  would  yet  its  spot  retain, 
And  sink  in  conscious  guilt  and  wo: 
%  The  Spirit,  in  his  pow'r  divine, 

Would  cast  my  vaunting  soul  to  earth, 
Expose  the  foulness  of  its  sin, 

And  show  the  vileness  of  its  worth. 

3  Ah,  not  like  erring  man  is  God, 

That  men  to  answer  him  should  dare; 
Condemn'd,  and  into  silence  aw'd, 
They  helpless  stand  before  his  bar. 

4  There,  must  a  Mediator  plead, 

Who,  God  and  man,  may  both  embrace: 
With  God,  for  man  to  intercede, 
And  offer  man  the  purchas'd  grace. 

5  And  lo !  the  Son  of  God  is  slain 

To  be  this  Mediator  crown'd: 
In  Him,  my  soul,  be  cleans'd  from  stain, 
In  Him  thy  righteousness  be  found  ! 

HYMN    15.  (L.  M.) 

1    A  LL  glorious  God,  what  hymns  of  praise 
Shall  our  transported  voices  raise ! 
What  ardent  love  and  zeal  are  due, 
While  heaven  stands  open  to  our  view ! 

6  Once  we  were  fall'n,  and  O  how  low! 
Just  on  the  brink  of  endless  wo; 
When  Jesus,  from  the  realms  above, 
Borne  on  the  wings  of  boundless  love, 

3  Scatter'd  the  shades  of  death  and  night, 
And  spread  around  his  heavenly  light ! 
By  him  what  wondrous  grace  is  shown 
To  souls  impoverished  and  undone ! 


HYMNS.  15 

i  He  shows,  beyond  these  mortal  shores, 
A  bright  inheritance  as  ours; 
Where  saints  in  light  our  coming  wait, 
To  share  their  holy,  nappy  state! 

HYMN   16.  (C.  M.) 

gALVATION!  O  the  joyful  sound, 

Glad  tidings  to  our  ears, 
A  sov'reign  balm  for  every  wound, 

A  cordial  for  our  fears. 
Salvation!  buried  once  in  sin, 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay ; 
But  now  we  rise  by  grace  divine, 

And  see  a  heavenly  day. 
Salvation!  let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around; 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 

Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 
Salvation !  0  thou  bleeding  Lamb, 

To  Thee  the  praise  belongs:  1 

Our  hearts  shall  kindle  at  thy  name, 

Thy  name  inspire  our  songs. 

Chorus,  for  the  end  of  each  verse. 

Glory,  honour,  praise,  and  power, 

Be  unto  the  Lamb  for  ever! 

Jesus  Christ  is  our  Redeemer! 
Hallelujah,  praise  the  Lord ! 

HYMN  17.  (C.  M.) 

IT^O  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name 

Awake  the  sacred  song! 
0  may  his  love  (immortal  name!) 

Tune  every  heart  and  tongue. 
His  love,  what  mortal  thought  can  reach! 

What  mortal  tongue  display! 
Imagination's  utmost  stretch 

In  wonder  dies  away. 
He  left  his  radiant  throne  on  high, 

Left  the  bright  realms  of  bliss, 
And  came  to  earth  to  bleed  and  die ! 

Was  ever  love  like  this? 
Dear  Lord,  while  we  adoring  pay 

Our  humble  thanks  to  thee, 


16  HYMNS. 

May  every  heart  with  rapture  say, 
"  The  Saviour  died  for  me." 

5  O  may  the  sweet,  the  blissful  theme 
Fill  every  heart  and  tongue  $ 
Till  strangers  love  thy  charming  name 
And  join  the  sacred  song. 

HYMN   18.  (III.  3.) 

1  £2 AVIOUR,  source  of  every  blessing, 

Tune  my  heart  to  grateful  lays; 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing, 
Call  for  ceaseless  songs  of  praise. 

2  Teach  me  some  melodious  measure, 

Sung  by  raptur'd  saints  above; 
Fill  my  soul  with  sacred  pleasure. 
While  I  sing  redeeming  love. 

3  Thou  didst  seek  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God; 

Thou,  to  save  my  soul  from  danger, 

Didst  redeem  me  with  thy  blood. 

4  By  thy  hand  restor'd,  defended, 

Safe  through  life  thus  far  I'm  come; 
Safe,  O  Lord,  when  life  is  ended, 
Bring  me  to  my  heavenly  home. 

HYMN   1  9.  (C.  M.) 

Titus  iii.  4—7. 
1   ItyfY  grateful  soul,  for  ever  praise, 
For  ever  love  his  name, 
Who  turn'd  thee  from  the  fatal  paths 
Of  folly,  sin,  and  shame. 
2.  Vain  and  presumptuous  is  the  trust 
Which  in  our  works  we  place; 
Salvation  from  a  higher  source 
Flows  to  our  fallen  race. 

3  *Tis  from  the  love  of  God  through  Christ, 

That  all  our  hopes  begin ; 
His  mercy  sav'd  our  souls  from  death, 
And  wash'd  us  from  our  sin. 

4  His  Spirit,  through  the  Saviour  shed, 

His  sacred  fire  imparts, 
Removes  our  dross,  and  love  divine 
Enkindles  in  our  hearts. 


HYMNS.  17 

5  Thus  rais'd  from  death,  we  live  anew; 
And,  justified  by  grace, 
We  hope  in  glory  to  appear, 
And  see  our  Father's  face. 

HYMN  20.  (C.  M.) 

1   TTOW  helpless  guilty  nature  lies, 
Unconscious  of  its  load! 
The  heart  unchang'd  can  never  rise 
To  happiness  and  God. 
t  The  will  perverse,  the  passions  blind, 
In  paths  of  ruin  stray: 
Reason  debased  can  never  find 
The  safe,  the  narrow  way. 

3  Can  aught  beneath  a  power  divine 

The  stubborn  will  subdue? 
'Tis  thine,  Almighty  Saviour,  thine 
To  form  the  heart  anew. 

4  "Tis  thine  the  passions  to  recall, 

And  upwards  bid  them  rise; 

And  make  the  scales  of  error  fall 

From  reason's  darken'd  eyes. 

5  To  chase  the  shades  of  death  away. 

And  bid  the  sinner  live; 
A  beam  of  heaven,  a  vital  ray, 
'Tis  thine  alone  to  give. 

6  O  change  these  wretched  hearts  of  ours, 

And  give  them  life  divine! 
Then  shall  our  passions  and  our  powers, 
Almighty  Lord,  be  thine. 

HYMN  21.  (C.  M.) 

1  pATHER.  to  thee  my  soul  I  lift. 

On  thee  my  hope  depends. 
Convinced  that  every  perfect  gift 
From  thee  alone  descends. 

2  Mercy  and  grace  are  thine  alone, 

And  pow'r  and  wisdom  too; 
Without  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son 
We  nothing  good  can  do. 
S  Thou  all  our  works  in  us  hast  wrought. 
Our  good  is  all  divine  ; 
B  2 


18  HYMNS. 

The  praise  of  every  holy  thought 
And  righteous  word  is  thine. 

4  From  thee,  through  Jesus,  we  receive 

The  pow'r  on  thee  to  call, 
In  whom  we  are,  and  move,  and  live: — 
Our  God  is  all  in  all 

HYMN    22.  (III.  I.) 

1  ^ING,  my  soul,  his  wondrous   love, 

v      Who,  from  yon  bright  throne  above, 
Ever  watchful  o'er  our  race, 
Still  to  man  extends  his  grace. 

2  Heav'n  and  earth  by  him  were  made, 
All  is  by  his  sceptre  sway'd; 
What  are  we  that  he  should  show 

So  much  love  to  us  below  ? 

5  God,  the  merciful  and  good, 
Bought  us  with  the  Saviour's  blood ; 
And,  to  make  our  safety  sure, 
Guides  us  by  his  Spirit  pure. 

4  Sing,  my  soul,  adore  his  name ; 
Let  his  glory  be  thy  theme: 
Praise  him  till  he  calls  thee  home, 
Trust  his  love  for  all  to  come. 

HYMN    23.  (S.   M. 

1  ^1RACE!  'tis  a  charming  sound! 

Harmonious  to  the  ear; 
Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound. 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

2  Grace  first  contriv'd  a  way 

To  save  rebellious  man. 
And  all  the  means  that  grace  display, 
Which  drew  the  wondrous    plan. 

3  Grace  guides  my  wand 'ring  feet 

To  tread  the  heavenly  road, 
And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

4  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown 

Through  everlasting  days: 
It  lays  in  heav'n  the  topmost  stone, 
And  well  deserves  the  praise. 


HYMNS.  19 

V,    TBS  CHURCH. 

HYMN  24.  (3.   M.) 

1  T  IKE  Noah's  weary  dove, 

That  soar'd  the  earth  around, 
But  not  a  resting  place  above 
The  cheerless  waters  found: 

2  0  cease,  my  wand'ring  soul, 

On  restless  wing  to  roam; 
All  the  wide  world,  to  either  pole, 

Has  not  for  thee  a  home. 
S  Behold  the  Ark  of  God, 

Behold  the  open  door; 
Hasten  to  gain  that  dear  abode, 

And  rove,  my  soul,  no  more. 

4  There,  safe  thou  shalt  abide, 

There,  sweet  shall  be  thy  rest, 
And  every  longing  satisfied, 
With  full  salvation  blest. 

5  And,  when  the  waves  of  ire 

Again  the  earth  shall  fill, 
The  Ark  shall  ride  the  sea  of  fire — 
Then  rest  on  Zion's  hill. 

HYMN  25.  (S.  M.) 

1  T  LOVE  thy  kingdom,  Lord, 

The  house  of  thine  abode, 
The  Church,  our  blest  Redeemer  sav'd 
With  his  own  precious  blood. 

2  I  love  thy  Church,  O  God! 

Her  walls  before  thee  stand, 
Dear  as  the  apple  of  thine  eye, 
And  graven  on  thy  hand. 
9  If  e'er  to  bless  thy  sons, 
My  voice  or  hands  deny, 
These  hands  let  useful  skill  forsake, 

This  voice  in  silence  die.  j ! 

I  If  e'er  my  heart  forget 
Her  welfare,  or  her  wo, 
Let  every  joy  this  heart  forsake, 
And  every  grief  o'erflow. 
f  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall; 
For  her  my  prayers  ascend; 


30  HYMNS. 

To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given, 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

6  Beyond  my  highest  joy 

I  prize  her  heavenly  ways, 
Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows, 
Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 

7  Jesus,  thou  Friend  divine, 

Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 
Thy  hand  from  every  snare  and  foe 
Shall  great  deliv'rance  bring. 

8  Sure  as  thy  truth  shall  last, 

To  Zion  shall  be  given 
The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield, 
And  brighter  bliss  of  heaven. 

HYMN  26.  (C.  M.) 

Hebrews  xii.  18,  22—24. 

1  1VOT  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord, 

The  tempest,  fire,  and  smoke; 
Not  to  the  thunder  of  that  word 
Which  God  on  Sinai  spoke: 

2  But  we  are  come  to  Zion's  hill, 

The  city  of  our  God; 
Where  milder  words  declare  his  will, 

And  spread  his  love  abroad. 
S  Behold  th?  innumerable  host 

Of  angels  cloth'd  in  light! 
Behold  the  spirits  of  the  just 

Whose  faith  is  chang'd  to  sight. 

4  Behold  the  bless'd  assembly  there 

Whose  names  are  writ  in  heav'n; 
Hear  God,  the  Judge  of  all,  declare 
Their  sins,  through  Christ,  forgiv'n! 

5  Angels,  and  living  saints  and  dead, 

But  one  communion  make; 
All  join  in  Christ,  their  vital  Head, 
And  of  his  love  partake. 

HYMN  27.  (S.  M.) 

>LEST  is  the  tie  that  binds 
Our  hearts  in  Christian  love: 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 


B1 


HYMNS.  21 

I  Before  our  Father's  throne 

We  pour  united  prayers; 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one, 

Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 
\  We  share  our  mutual  woes, 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear; 
And  often  for  each  other  flows 

The  sympathizing  tear. 
I   When  we  at  death  must  part, 

How  keen,  how  deep  the  pain! 
But  we  shall  still  be  join'd  in  heart, 

And  hope  to  meet  again. 
From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain, 

And  sin  we  shall  be  tree; 
And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 

Throughout  eternity. 

HYMN    28.  (II.    1.) 

Psalm  cxxii. 
The  Church  in  Glory. 
'YfiTYYK  joy  shall  I  behold  the  day 
That  calls  my  willing  soul  away, 

To  dwell  among  the  blest: 
For  lo!  my  great  Redeemer's  power 
Unfolds  the  everlasting  door, 

And  points  me  to  his  rest. 
Ev'n  now,  to  my  expecting  eyes 
The  heaven-built  tow'rs  of  Salem  rise ; 

Their  glory  I  survey; 
I  view  her  mansions,  that  contain 
The  angel  host,  a  beauteous  train, 

And  shine  with  cloudless  day. 
Thither,  from  earth's  remotest  end, 
Lol  the  redeem'd  of  God  ascend, 

Borne  on  immortal  wing; 
There,  crown'd  with  everlasting  joy, 
In  ceaseless  hymns  their  tongues  employ 

Before  th'  Almighty  King. 
The  King  a  seat  hath  there  prepar'd, 
High,  on  eternal  base  uprear'd, 

for  his  eternal  Son: 
His  palaces  with  joy  abound; 
His  saints,  by  him  with  glory  crown'd. 

Attend  and  share  his  throne. 


«  HYMNS 

5  Mother  of  cities !  o'er  thy  head 

Bright  peace,  with  healing  wings  outspread, 

For  evermore  shall  dwell: 
Let  me,  blest  seat!  my  name  behold 
Among  thy  citizens  enroll 'd, 

And  bid  the  world  farewell. 

HYMN    29.  (L.  M.) 

Isaiah  lii.  1,  2. 

1  TRIUMPHANT  Zion!  lift  thy  head 

From  dust,  and  darkness,  and  the  dead! 
Though  humbled  long,  awake  at  length, 
And  gird  thee  with  thy  Saviour's  strength! 

2  Put  all  thy  beauteous  garments  on, 
And  let  thy  excellence  be  known: 
Deck'd  in  the  robes  of  righteousness, 
The  world  thy  glories  shall  confess. 

S  No  more  shall  foes  unclean  invade, 
And  fill  thy  hallow'd  walls  with  dread ; 
No  more  shall  hell's  insulting  host 
Their  vict'ry  and  thy  sorrows  boast. 

4  God  from  on  high  has  heard  thy  prayer, 
His  hand  thy  ruins  shall  repair: 
Nor  will  thy  watchful  Monarch  cease 
To  guard  thee  in  eternal  peace. 

VX    FESTIVALS  AND  PASTS. 

THE  LORD'S  DAY. 

HYMN  30.  (II.  4.) 

1  4  WAKE,  ye  saints,  awake, 

And  hail  this  sacred  day; 
In  loftiest  songs  of  praise 
Your  joyful  homage  pay: 
Welcome  the  day  that  God  hath  blest, 
The  type  of  heav'n's  eternal  rest. 

2  On  this  auspicious  morn 

The  Lord  of  life  arose; 
He  burst  the  bars  of  death, 

And  vanquish'd  all  our  foes: 
And  now  he  pleads  our  cause  above, 
And  reaps  the  fruits  of  all  his  love. 

3  All  hail,  triumphant  Lord ! 

Heaven  with  hosannas  rings, 


HYMNS. 

And  earth,  in  humbler  strains, 

Thy  praise  responsive  sings: 
Worthy  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain* 
Through  endless  years  to  live  and  reign. 
4  Great  King,  gird  on  thy  sword, 

Ascend  thy  conq'ring  car; 
While  justice,  truth  and  love, 

Maintain  thy  glorious  war: 
This  day  let  sinners  own  thy  sway, 
And  rebels  cast  their  arms  away! 

HYMN    31.  (c.  M.) 

1  rpHIS  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made, 

Let  young  and  old  rejoice: 
To  him  be  vows  and  homage  paid, 
Whose  service  is  our  choice. 

2  This  is  the  temple  of  the  Lord: 

How  dreadful  is  this  place! 
With  meekness  let  us  hear  his  word, 
With  rev'rence  seek  his  face. 

3  This  is  the  homage  he  requires — 

The  voice  of  praise  and  prayer, 
The  soul's  affections,  hopes,  desires, 
Ourselves  and  all  we  are. 

4  While  rich  and  poor  for  mercy  call; 

Propitious  from  the  skies, 
The  Lord,  the  Maker  of  them  all, 
Accepts  the  sacrifice. 

5  Well  pleas'd,  through  Jesus  Christ  his  Son, 

From  sin  he  grants  release; 
According  to  their  faith  'tis  done, 
He  bids  them  go  in  peace. 

HYMN    32.  (S.  M.) 

1  ^IfELCOME,  sweet  day  of  rest, 

That  saw  the  Lord  arise; 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes. 

2  The  King  himself  comes  near 

To  feast  his  saints  to-day; 
Here  may  we  sit,  and  see  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 
5  One  day  amidst  the  place 
Where  Jesus  is  within, 


24  HYMNS. 

Is  better  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  pleasure  and  of  sin. 
4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 
In  such  a  frame  as  this, 
Till  it  is  call'd  to  soar  away 
To  everlasting  bliss. 

HYMN    33.  (L.  M.) 

1  4  NOTHER  six  days'  work  is  done, 

Another  Lord's  day  has  begun; 
Return,  my  soul,  enjoy  thy  rest, 
Improve  the  hours  thy  God  hath  blest. 

2  This  day  may  our  devotions  rise, 
As  grateful  incense,  to  the  skies; 
And  heaven  that  sweet  repose  bestow, 
Which  none  but  they  who  feel  it  know ! 

3  This  peaceful  calm  within  the  breast 
Is  the  sure  pledge  of  heavenly  rest, 
Which  for  the  church  of  God  remains, 
The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 

4  In  holy  duties,  let  the  day, 
In  holy  pleasures,  pass  away: 

How  sweet,  a  sabbath  thus  to  spend, 
In  hope  of  one  that  ne'er  shall  end! 

HYMN   34.  (II.  3.) 

1  QREAT  God!  this  sacred  day  of  thine 

Demands  the  soul's  collected  powers; 
Gladly  we  now  to  thee  resign 

These  solemn,  consecrated  hours: 
O  may  our  souls  adoring  own 
The  grace  that  calls  us  to  thy  throne ! 

2  All-seeing  God!  thy  piercing  eye 

Can  every  secret  thought  explore; 
May  worldly  cares  our  bosoms  fly, 

And  where  thou  art  intrude  no  more: 
O  may  thy  grace  our  spirits  move, 
And  fix  our  minds  on  things  above ! 

3  Thy  Spirit's  powerful  aid  impart, 

And  bid  thy  word,  with  life  divine, 
Engage  the  ear,  and  warm  the  heart; 

Then  shall  the  day  indeed  be  thine: 
Then  shall  our  souls  adoring  own 
The  grace  that  calls  us  to  thy  throne. 


HYMNS.  25 

HYMN    35.  (II.    1.) 

1  ¥N  loud  exalted  strains. 

The  King  of  glory  praise; 
O'er  heaven  and  earth,  he  reigns, 

Through  everlasting  days  : 
But  Zion,  with  his  presence  blest, 
Is  his  delight,  his  chosen  rest. 

2  O  King  of  glory !  come, 

And  with  thy  favour  crown 
.This  temple  as  thy  home, 

This  people  as  thy  own. 
Beneath  this  roof  vouchsafe  to  show 
How  God  can  dwell  with  men  below. 

3  Now  let  thine  ear  attend 

Our  supplicating  cries; 
Now  let  our  praise  ascend, 

Accepted  to  the  skies  : 
Now  let  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound 
Spread  its  celestial  influence  round 

4  Here  may  the  list'ning  throng, 

Imbibe  thy  truth  and  love; 
Here  Christians  join  the  song 

Of  seraphim  above: 
Till  all  who  humbly  seek  thy  face, 
Rejoice  in  thy  abounding  grace. 

HYMN    36.  (L.  M.) 

1  p^AR  from  my  thoughts',  vain  world,  be  gone; 

Let  my  religious  hours  alone: 
From  flesh  and  sense  I  would  be  free, 
And  hold  communion,  Lord,  with  thee. 

2  My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  fire, 
And  kindles  with  a  pure  desire, 

To  see  thy  grace,  to  taste  thy  love, 
And  feel  thineinfluence  from  above. 

3  When  I  can  say  that  God  is  mine, 
When  I  can  see  thy  glories  shine, 
I'll  tread  the  world*  beneath  my  feet, 
And  all  that  men  call  rich  and  great. 

4  Send  comfort  down  from  thy  right  hand, 
To  cheer  me  in  this  barren  land; 

And  in  thy  temple  let  me  know 

The  joys  that  from  thy  presence  flow. 


26  HYMNS 

HYMN    37.  (L.  M.) 

?   1\T^  °P'nmg  eves  w*th  rapture  see 
The  dawn  of  thy  returning  day; 
My  thoughts,  0  God,  ascend  to  thee, 
While  thus  my  early  vows  I  pay. 

2  I  yield  my  heart  to  thee  alone, 

Nor  would  receive  another  guest; 
Eternal  King!  erect  thy  throne, 

And  reign  sole  monarch  in  my  breast. 

3  O  bid  this  trifling  world  retire, 

And  drive  each  carnal  thought  away; 
Nor  let  me  feel  one  vain  desire, 

One  sinful  thought,  through  all  the  day. 

4  Then,  to  thy  courts  when  I  repair, 

My  soul  shall  rise  on  joyful  wing, 
The  wonders  of  thy  love  declare, 

And  join  the  strains  which  angels  sing. 

HYMN  38.  (III.  1.) 

1  rpO  thy  temple  I  repair; 

Lord,  I  love  to  worship  there: 
While  thy  glorious  praise  is  sung, 
Touch  my  lips,  unloose  my  tongue. 

2  While  the  pray'rs  of  saints  ascend, 
God  of  love,  to  mine  attend; 
Hear  me,  for  thy  Spirit  pleads; 
Hear,  for  Jesus  intercedes. 

3  While  I  hearken  to  thy  law, 
Fill  my  soul  with  humble  awe, 
Till  thy  gospel  bring  to  me 
Life  and  immortality. 

4  While  thy  ministers  proclaim 
Peace  and  pardon  in  thy  name, 
Through  their  voice,  by  faith-,  may  I 
Hear  thee  speaking  from  on  high. 

5  From  thy  house  when  I  return, 
May  my  heart  within  me  burn; 
And  at  ev'ning  let  me  say, 

"  I  have  walk'd  with  God  to-day ." 

HYMN    39.  (L.  M.) 

•After  Sermon. 
1    A  LMIGHTY  Father!  bless  the  word, 

Which,  through  thy  grace,  we  now  have  heard: 


HYMNS. 

0  may  the  precious  seed  take  root, 
Spring  up,  and  bear  abundant  fruit  I 
We  praise  thee  for  the  means  of  grace, 
Thus  in  thy  courts  to  seek  thy  face: 
Grant,  Lord !  that  we  who  worship  here 
May  all,  at  length,  in  heaven  appear. 

HYMN  40.  (III.  5.) 

1  T  ORD!  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 

Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace; 
Let  us  each,  thy  love  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace ; 

0  refresh  us 
Traveling  through  this  wilderness! 

2  Thanks  we  give,  and  adoration, 

For  the  gospel's  joyful  sound; 
May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound: 

May  thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found! 


ADVENT. 


HYMN  41.  (C.  M.) 

1  XT  ARK!  the  glad  sound-the  Saviour  comes, 
•*-*•  The  Saviour  promised  long! 

Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
And  every  voice  a  song. 

2  On  him  the  Spirit,  largely  pour'd, 

Exerts  his  sacred  fire; 
Wisdom  and  might,  and  zeal  and  love, 
His  holy  breast  inspire. 

3  He  comes,  the  prisoners  to  release, 

In  Satan's  bondage  held; 
The  gates  of  brass  before  him  burst, 
The  iron  fetters  yield. 

4  He  comes,  from  thickest  films  of  vice 

To  clear  the  mental  ray; 
And  on  the  eyes  oppress'd  with  night, 
To  pour  celestial  day. 

5  He  comes,  the  broken  heart  to  bind, 

The  bleeding  soul  to  cure, 


28  HYMNS. 

And  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace, 

T'  enrich  the  humble  poor. 
6  Our  glad  Hosannas,  Prince  of  Peace, 

Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim; 
And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 

With  thy  beloved  name. 

HYMN  42.  (III.  3.) 

1  XT  AIL,  thou  long  expected  Jesus, 
Born  to  set  thy  people  free ! 
From  our  sins  and  fears  release  us, 
Let  us  find  our  rest  in  thee. 
£  Israel's  strength  and  consolation, 
Hope  of  all  the  saints,  thou  art; 
Long  desir'd  of  every  nation, 
Joy  of  every  waiting  heart. 
S  Born  thy  people  to  deliver, 

Born  a  child,  yet  God  our  King, 
Born  to  reign  in  us  for  ever, 

Now  thy  gracious  kingdom  bring. 
4  By  thine  own  eternal  Spirit 

Rule  in  all  our  hearts  alone; 
Bythineall-sufficient  merit 

Raise  us  to  thy  glorious  throne. 

CHRISTMAS. 

HYMN    43.  (C.  M.) 

Luke  ii.  8 — 15. 

1  "^fHILE  shepherds  watch'd  their  flocks  by  night, 

,  All  seated  on  the  ground, 
The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 
And  glory  shone  around. 

2  "  Fear  not,"  said  he,  for  mighty  dread 

Had  seiz'd  their  troubled  mind; 
"  Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring 
u  To  you,  and  all  mankind. 

3  "  To  you,  in  David's  town,  this  day 

"  Is  born,  of  David's  line, 
«  The  Saviour,  who  is  Christ  the  Lord; 
"  And  this  shall  be  the  sign: 

4  "  The  heavenly  Babe  you  there  shall  find, 

"  To  human  view  display'd,     • 


HYMN  29 

"All  meanly  wrapt  in  swathing  bands, 

u  And  in  a  manger  laid.'" 
Thus  spake  the  seraph,  and  forthwith 

Appeared  a  shining  throng 
Of  angels,  praising  God,  who  thu3 

AdcPess'd  their  joyful  song: 
u  All  £lory  be  to  God  on  high, 

"  And  to  the  earth  be  peace; 
"  Good-will,  henceforth,  trom  heaven  to  men, 

u  Begin  and  never  cease." 

HYMN  44.  (C  M.) 

1  TlfHILE  angels  thus,  0  Lord,  rejoice, 

"     Shall  men  no  anthem  raise? 
O  may  we  lose  these  useless  tongues, 
When  we  forget  to  praise! 

2  Then  let  us  swell  responsive  notes, 

And  join  the  heavenly  throng ; 
For  angels  no  such  love  have  known 
As  we,  to  wake  their  song. 

3  Good -will  to  sinful  dust  is  shown, 

And  peace  on  earth  is  given ; 
For  lo!  th'  incarnate  Saviour  comes, 
With  news  of  joy  from  heaven! 

4  Mercy  and  truth,  with  sweet  accord, 

His  rising  beams  adorn ; 
Let  heaven  and  earth  in  concert  sing, 
i;  The  promis?d  child  is  born!" 

5  Glory  to  God,  in  highest  strains, 

By  highest  worlds  is  paid ; 
Be  glory,  then,  by  us  proclaimed, 
And  by  our  lives  displayed; 

6  Till  we  attain  those  blissful  realms. 

Where  now  our  Saviour  reigns; 
To  rival  these  celestial  choirs 
In  their  immortal  strains! 

HYMK    45.  (III.   1.) 

1  XI ARK!  the  herald  angels  sing 
Glory  to  the  new-born  King, 
Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild, 
God  and  sinners  reconciled! 
%  Joyful  all  ye  nations  rise, 
Join  the  triumphs  of  the  skies; 
C2 


50  HYMNS. 

With  th'  angelic  hosts  proclaim 
Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem! 
5  Christ,  by  highest  heaven  ador'd, 
Christ,  the  everlasting  Lord, 
Late  in  time  behold  him  come, 
Offspring  of  the  virgin's  womb! 

4  Veil'd  in  flesh  the  Godhead  see! 
Hail  th'  incarnate  Deity, 
Pleas'd,  as  man,  with  man  to  dwell, 
Jesus,  now  Emanuel! 

5  Ris'n  with  healing  in  his  wings, 
Light  and  life  to  all  he  brings  $ 
Hail  the  Sun  of  righteousness, 

Hail  the  heaven-born  Prince  of  peace. 

HYMN  46. 

Chorus.     Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly  sing; 
Jerusalem  triumphs,  Messiah  is  King. 

1  Zion!  the  marvellous  story  be  telling, 

The  Son  of  the  Highest,  how  lowly  his  birth ! 
The  brightest  archangel  in  glory  excelling, 

He  stoops  to  redeem  thee,  he  reigns  upon  earth. 
Chorus.     Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly  sing; 
Jerusalem  triumphs,  Messiah  is  King. 

2  Tell  how  he  cometh,  from  nation  to  nation, 

The  heart-cheering  news  let  the  earth  echo  round; 
How  free  to  the  faithful  he  offers  salvation. 

How  his  people  with  joy  everlasting  are  crown  *d. 
Chorus.     Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly  sing; 
Jerusalem  triumphs,  Messiah  is  King. 

3  Mortals !  your  homage  be  gratefully  bringing, 
And  sweet  let  the  gladsome  hosanna  arise; 

Ye  angels!  the  full  hallelujah  be  singing, 

One  chorus  resound  through  the  earth  and  the  skies. 
CJwrus.     Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly  sing; 
Jerusalem  triumphs,  Messiah  is  King. 

HYMN   47.  (C.  M.) 

Isaiah  ix.  2 — 7. 
1  npHE  race  that  long  in  darkness  pin?d 
"*"    Have  seen  a  glorious  light; 
The  people  now  behold  the  dawn, 
Who  dwelt  in  death  and  night. 


HYMNS.  SI 

2  To  hail  thy  rising, Sun  of  life! 

The  gath'ring  nations  come, 
Joyous  as  whenJthe  reapers  bear 
Their  harvest  treasures  home. 

3  For  thou  our  burden  hast  remov'd; 

Th'  oppressor's  reign  is  broke; 
Thy  fiery  conflict  with  the  foe 
Has  burst  his  cruel  yoke. 

4  To  us  the  promised  Child  is  born; 

To  us  the  Son  is  giv'n; 
Him  shall  the  tribes  of  earth  obey, 
And  all  the  hosts  of  heaven. 

5  His  name  shall  be  the  Prince  of  peace, 

For  evermore  ador'd, 
The  Wonderful,  the  Counsellor, 
The  mighty  God  and  Lord. 

6  His  pow'r  increasing  still  shall  spread, 

His  reign  no  end  shall  know; 
Justice  shall  guard  his  throne  above, 
And  peace  abound  below. 

END  OF  THE  YEAR. 

HYMN  48.  (C.  M.) 

1  fTMME  hastens  on;  ye  longing  saints, 

Now  raise  your  voices  high; 
And  magnify  that  sovereign  love 
Which  shows  salvation  nigh. 

2  As  time  departs,  salvation  comes, 

Each  moment  brings  it  near; 
Then  welcome  each  declining  day; 
Welcome  each  closing  year. 

3  Not  many  years  their  course  shall  ran, 

Not  many  mornings  rise, 
Ere  all  its  glories  stand  reveal'd 
To  our  transported  eyes. 

HYMN  49.  (C.  M.) 

St.  Luke  xiii.  6 — 9. 
1    GEE,  in  the  vineyard  of  the  Lord, 
A  barren  fig-tree  stands; 
No  fruit  it  yields,  no  blossom  bears, 
Though  planted  by  his  hands. 


S2  HYMNS. 

2  From  year  to  year  the  tree  he  views, 

Ana  still  no  fruit  is  found; 
Then  "  cut  it  down,"  the  Ljrd  commands, 
"Why  cumbers  it  the  ground?" 

3  But  lo!  the  gracious  Saviour  pleads — 

"  The  barren  fig-tree  spare, 
"  Another  year  in  mercy  wait, 
"  It  yet  may  bloom  and  bear: 

4  "  But  if  my  culture  prove  in  vain, 

"  And  still  no  fruit  be  found, 
"  I  plead  no  more;  destroy  the  tree, 
"  And  root  it  from  thy  ground." 


NEW  YEAR. 

HYMN  50.  (L.  M.) 

1  HPHE  God  of  life,  whose  constant  care 

With  blessings  crowns  each  opening  year, 
My  scanty  span  doth  still  prolong, 
And  wakes  anew  mine  annual  song. 

2  How  many  precious  souls  are  fled 
To  the  vast  regions  of  the  dead, 
Since  to  this  day  the  changing  sun 
Through  his  last  yearly  period  run ! 

3  We  yet  survive;  but  who  can  say, 

"  Or  through  this  year,  or  month,  or  day, 

"  I  shall  retain  this  vital  breath, 

"  Thus  far,  at  least,  in  league  with  death?" 

4  That  breath  is  thine,  eternal  God; 
?Tis  thine  to  fix  my  soul's  abode; 
It  holds  its  life  from  thee  alone, 
On  earth,  or  in  the  world  unknown. 

5  To  thee  our  spirits  we  resign, 

Make  them  and  own  them  still  as  thine; 
So  shall  they  live  secure  from  fear, 
Though  death  should  blast  the  rising  year. 

6  Thy  children  panting  to  be  gone, 
May  bid  the  tide  of  time  roll  on, 
To  land  them  on  that  happy  shore, 
Where  years  and  death  are  known  no  more. 

7  No  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress, 
Nor  sin,  nor  hell,  shall  reach  that  place; 


HYMNS.  S3 

No  groans, to  mingle  with  the  songs 
Resounding  from  immortal  tongues: 

8  No  more  alarms  from  ghostly  foes; 
No  cares  to  break  the  long  repose; 
No  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun, 
But  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon. 

9  O,  long  expected  year!  begin; 
Dawn  on  this  world  of  wo  and  sin; 
Fain  would  we  leave  this  weary  road, 
To  sleep  in  death,  and  rest  with  God. 

HYMN  51.  (c.  M.) 

1  4  S  o'er  the  past  my  memory  strays, 

Why  heaves  the  secret  sigh? 
'Ti9  that  I  mourn  departed  days, 
Still  unprepar'd  to  die. 

2  The  world  and  worldly  things  belov'd 

My  anxious  thoughts  employed; 
And  time  unhallow'd,  unimprov'd, 
Presents  a  fearful  void. 

3  Yet,  holy  Father,  wild  despair 

Chase  from  my  lab'ring  breast; 
Thy  grace  it  is  which  prompts  the  prayer, 
That  grace  can  do  the  rest 

4  My  life's  brief  remnant  all  be  thine ! 

And  when  thy  sure  decree 
Bids  me  this  fleeting  breath  resign, 
0  speed  my  soul  to  Thee! 

EPIPHANY. 

HYMN    52.  (S.  M.) 

Isaiah  Hi.  7—10. 

1  ¥10  W  beauteous  are  their  feet 

Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill; 
Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues, 
And  words  of  peace  reveal! 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice ! 

now  sweet  their  tidings  are! 
"  Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour-King, 
u  He  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 

3  How  happy  are  our  ears 

That  hear  this  joyful  sound, 


34  HYMNS. 

Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 
And  sought,  but  never  found. 

4  How  blessed  are  our  eyes 

That  see  this  heavenly  light! 
Prophets  and  kings  desir'd  it  long, 
But  died  without  the  sight. 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 

And  tuneful  notes  employe 

Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 

And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 

6  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 

Through  all  the  earth  abroad: 
Let  every  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 

HYMN  53.  (II.  5.) 

Isaiah  lx.  &c. 

1  X>  ISE,  crown'd  with  light,  imperial  Salem  rise ! 

Exalt  thy  tow'ring  head  and  lift  thine  eyes! 
See  heaven  its  sparkling  portals  wide  display, 
And  break  upon  thee  in  a  flood  of  day ! 

2  See  a  long  race  thy  spacious  courts  adorn, 
See  future  sons  and  daughters  yet  unborn, 
In  crowding  ranks  on  every  side  arise, 
Demanding  life,  impatient  for  the  skies  ! 

3  See  barb'rous  nations  at  thy  gates  attend, 
Walk  in  thy  light,  and  in  thy  temple  bend! 

See  thy  bright  altars  throng'd  with  prostrate  kings, 
While  every  land  its  joyous  tribute  brings ! 

4  The  seas  shall  waste,  the  skies  to  smoke  decay, 
Rocks  fall  to  dust,  and  mountains  melt  away; 
But  fix'd  his  word,  his  saving  power  remains — 
Thy  realm  shall  last,  thy  own  Messiah  reigns. 

HYMN  54.  (II.    6.) 

Psalm  lxxii. 

1  XT  AIL  to  the  Lord's  Anointed, 

•^      Great  David's  greater  Son ; 

Hail,  in  the  time  appointed, 

His  reign  on  earth  begun ! 

He  comes  to  break  oppression, 

To  set  the  captive  free, 
To  take  away  transgression, 
And  rule  in  equity. 


HYMNS 

2  He  comes,  with  succour  speedy, 

To  those  who  suffer  wrong, 
To  help  the  poor  and  needy, 

And  bid  the  weak  be  strong; 
To  rive  them  songs  for  sighing, 

Their  darkness  turn  to  light, 
Whose  souls,  condemn'd  and  dying, 

Were  precious  in  his  sight. 

3  He  shall  descend  like  showers 

Upon  the  fruitful  earth, 
And  love  and  joy,  like  flowers, 

Spring  in  his  path  to  birth: 
Before  him,  on  the  mountains, 

Shall  peace,  the  herald,  go: 
And  righteousness,  in  fountains, 

From  hill  to  valley  flow. 

4  To  him  shall  prayer  unceasing, 

And  daily  vows,  ascend; 
His  kingdom  still  increasing, 

A  kingdom  without  end: 
The  tide  of  time  shall  never 

His  covenant  remove; 
His  name  shall  stand  for  ever; 

That  name  to  us  is  Love. 

HYMN    55.  (C.  M.) 

Isaiah  ii.  2 — 5. 
1   {~VER  mountain  tops  the  mount  of  God 
In  latter  days  shall  rise, 
Above  the  summits  of  the  hills, 
And  draw  the  won d 'ring  eyes. 

Z  To  this  the  joyful  nations  round, 
All  tribes  and  tongues,  shall  flow; 
Up  to  the  mount  of  God,  they'll  say, 
And  to  his  house  we'll  go. 

3  The  beams  that  shine  from  Zion's  hill 

Shall  lighten  every  land; 
The  King  who  reigns  in  Salem's  tow'rs 
Shall  all  the  world  command. 

4  Among  the  nations  he  shall  judge, 

His  judgments  truth  shall  guide; 
His  sceptre  shall  protect  the  just, 
And  crush  the  sinner's  pride. 


HYMNS. 

For  peaceful  implements  shall  men 

Exchange  their  swords  and  spears; 
Nor  shall  they  study  war  again 

Throughout  those  happy  years. 
Come,  0  ye  house  of  Jacob!  come 

To  worship  at  his  shrine; 
And,  walking  in  the  light  of  God, 

With  holy  graces  shine. 


LENT. 

HYMN  56.  (III.   1.) 

Litany. 
SAVIOUR,  when  in  dust,  to  thee 
Low  we  bow  th'  adoring  knee; 
When,  repentant,  to  the  skies 
Scarce  we  lift  our  streaming  eyes; 
O,  by  all  thy  pains  and  wo, 
Suffered  once  for  man  below, 
Bending  from  thy  throne  on  high, 
Hear  our  solemn  litany. 
By  thy  birth  and  early  years, 
By  thy  human  griefs  and  fears, 
By  thy  fasting  and  distress 
In  the  lonely  wilderness: 
By  thy  vict'ry  in  the  hour 
Oi  the  subtle  tempter's  pow'r; 
Jesus,  look  with  pitying  eye; 
Hear  our  solemn  litany. 
By  thine  hour  of  dark  despair, 
By  thine  agony  of  prayer, 
By  the  purple  robe  of  scorn, 
By  thy  wounds — thy  crown  of  thorn, 
By  thy  cross — thy  pangs  and  cries; 
By  thy  perfect  sacrifice; 
Jesus,  look  with  pitying  eye; 
Hear  our  solemn  litany. 
By  thy  deep  expiring  groan, 
By  the  seal'd  sepulchral  stone, 
By  thy  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 
By  thy  pow'r  from  death  to  save ; 
Mighty  God,  ascended  Lord, 
To  thy  throne  in  heav'n  restor'd, 


HYMNS. 

Prince  and  Saviour,  hear  our  cry, 
Hear  our  solemn  litany. 

HYMN'    57.  (L.  M.) 

"jtl'Y  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 

A  stranger  to  myself  and  thee: 
Amidst  a  thousand  thoughts  I  rove, 
Forgetful  of  my  highest  love. 

Why  should  my  passions  mix  with  earth, 
And"  thus  debase  my  heav'nly  birth? 
"Why  should  I  cleave  to  things  below, 
And  all  my  purest  joys  forego  ? 

Call  me  away  from  flesh  and  sense ; 

Thy  grace,  0  Lord,  can  draw  me  thence: 

I  would  obey  the  voice  divine,  ( 

And  all  inferior  joys  resign. 

HYMN    58.  (c.  M.) 

A  LAS,  what  hourly  dangers  rise! 

What  snares  beset  my  way!  M 

To  heaven,  O  let  me  lift  mine  eyes. 
And  hourly  watch  and  pray. 

How  oft  my  mournful  thoughts  complain, 

And  melt  in  flowing  tears ! 
My  weak  resistance,  ah,  how  vain ! 

How  strong  my  foes  and  fears! 

0  gracious  God,  in  whom  I  live, 

My  feeble  efforts  aid; 
Help  me  to  watch,  and  pray,  and  strive, 

Though  trembling  and  afraid.  m 

Increase  my  faith,  increase  my  hope, 

When  foes  and  fears  prevail; 
And  bear  my  fainting  spirit  up, 

Or  soon  my  strength  will  fail. 

Whene'er  temptations  fright  my  heart, 

Or  lure  my  feet  aside, 
My  God,  thy  powerful  aid  impart, 

My  guardian  and  my  guide. 

0  keep  me  in  thy  heavenly  way, 

And  bid  the  tempter  flee; 
And  let  me  never,  never  stray 

From  happiness  and  thee. 
•    D 


58  HYMNS. 

HYMN    59.  (C.  M.) 

1  ITOW  oft,  alas!  this  wretched  heart 

Has  wander'd  from  the  Lord ! 
How  oft  my  roving  thoughts  depart. 
Forgetful  of  his  word ! 

2  Yet  sovereign  mercy  calls,  "  Return;" 

Dear  Lord,  and  may  I  come  ? 
My  vile  ingratitude  I  mourn; 
0,  take  the  wand'  rer  home. 

3  And  canst  thou,  wilt  thou  yet  forgive, 

And  bid  my  crimes  remove? 
And  shall  a  pardon'd  rebel  live 
To  speak  thy  wondrous  love? 

4  Almighty  grace,  thy  healing  power, 

How  glorious,  how  divine! 
That  can  to  life  and  bliss  restore 
So  vile  a  heart  as  mine. 

5  Thy  pard'ning  love,  so  free,  so  sweet, 

Dear  Saviour,  I  adore; 
O  keep  me  at  thy  sacred  feet, 
And  let  me  rove  no  more. 

HYMN    60.  (L.  M.) 

1  f\  THOU,  to  whose  all  searching  sight 

The  darkness  shineth  as  the  light. 
Search,  prove  my  heart;  it  looks  to  thee, 
O  burst  its  bonds,  and  set  it  free ! 

2  Wash  out  its  stains,  remove  its  dross, 
Bind  my  affections  to  the  cross; 
Hallow  each  thought,  let  all  within 
Be  clean,  as  thou,  my  Lord,  art  clean. 

5  If  in  this  darksome  wild  I  stray, 
Be  thou  my  light,  be  thou  my  way; 
No  foes,  no  violence  I  fear, 
No  harm,  while  thou,  my  God,  art  near. 

4  When  rising  floods  my  soul  overflow, 
When  sinks  my  heart  in  waves  of  wo, 
Jesus,  thy  timely  aid  impart, 

And  raise  my  head,  and  cheer  my  heart. 

5  Saviour !  where'er  thy  steps  I  see, 
Dauntless,  untir'd,  I  follow  thee: 


HYM> 

O  let  thy  hand  support  me  still, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  holy  hill. 

See  Hymns  on  Repentance. 


PASSION  WEEK,  AND  GOOD  FRIDAY. 

HYMN  61.  (HI.  4.) 

Isaiah  lxiii.  1 — 4. 
1   YI^HO  is  this  that  comes  from  Edom, 
All  his  raiment  stainM  with  blood, 
To  the  captive  speaking  freedom. 

Bringing  and  bestowing  good; 
Glorious  in  the  £arb  he  wears, 
Glorious  in  the  spoil  he  bears  r 

I  *Ti>  the  Saviour,  now  victorious, 
Traveling  onward  in  his  might; 

'Tis  the  Saviour,  0  how  glorious 
To  his  people  is  the  sight! 

Satan  conquered,  and  the  grave, 

Jesus  now  is  strong  to  save. 

3  Why  that  blood  his  raiment  staining? 

'Tis  the  blood  of  many  slain; 
Of  his  foes  there's  none  remaining, 

Xone,  the  contest  to  maintain: 
Fall'n  they  are,  no  more  to  rise, 
All  their  glory  prostrate  lies. 

4  Mighty  Victor,  reign  for  ever, 

Wear  the  crown  so  dearly  won ! 
Never  shall  thy  people,  never, 

Cease  to  sing  what  thou  hast  done! 
Thou  hast  fought  thy  people's  foes ; 
Thou  hast  heal'd  thy  people's  woes ! 


HYMN  62.  (L.  M.) 

1   T^HEN  I  survey  the   wondrous  cross. 
On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died. 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

£  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 
Save  in  the  cross  of  Christ,  my  God: 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  thv  blood. 


40  .        HYMNS. 

3  See,  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 

Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down ; 
Did  ere  such  love  and  sorrow  meet? 
Or  thorns  compose  a  Saviour's  crown? 

4  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine. 

That  were  a  tribute  far  too  small ; 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 

Demands  my  life,  my  soul,  my  all. 

HYMN    63.  (C.  M.) 

1  J3EHOLD  the  Saviour  of  mankind 

Kail'd  to  the  shameful  tree ; 
How  vast  the  love  that  him  inclin'd 
To  bleed  and  die  for  me ! 

2  Hark,  how  he  groans !  while  nature  shakes, 

And  earth's  strong  pillars  bend ! 
The  temple's  veil  in  sunder  breaks, 
The  solid  marbles  rend. 

3  'Tis  done!  the  precious  ransom's  paid, 

"  Receive  my  soul!"  he  cries; 
See  where  he  bows  his  sacred  head  1 
He  bows  his  head  and  dies! 

4  But  soon  he'll  break  death's  envious  chain, 

And  in  full  glory  shine; 

0  Lamb  of  God !   was  ever  pain, 
Was  ever  love  like  thine! 

HYMN    64.  (C.  M.) 

1  TiTY  Saviour  hanging  on  the  tree, 

In  agonies  and  blood, 
Methought  once  turn'd  his  eyes  on  me, 
As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 

2  Sure,  never  till  my  latest  breath 

Can  I  forget  that  look; 
It  seem'd  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

3  My  conscience  felt  and  own'd  the  guilt, 

And  plung'd  me  in  despair; 

1  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt, 

And  help'd  to  nail  him  there. 

4  Alas!  I  knew  not  what  I  did; 

But  now  my  tears  are  vain; 
Where  shall  my  trembling  soul  be  hid  ? 
For  1  the  Lord  have  slain, 


HYMNS. 

5  A  second  look  he  gave,  wffrch  said, 

u  I  freely  all  forgive: 
"  This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid, 
u  I  die,  that  thou  may'st  live." 

6  Thus,  while  his  death  my  sin  displays 

In  all  its  blackest  hue, 
(Such  is  the  mystery  of  grace,) 
It  seals  my  pardon  too* 

HYMN  65.  (C.  M.) 

1  l^ROM  whence  these  direful  omens  round, 

Which  heaven  and  earth  amaze  ? 
Wherefore  do  earthquakes  cleave  the  ground  r 
Why  hides  the  sun  his  rays? 

2  Well  may  the  earth  astonish'd  shake, 

And  nature  sympathize ! 
The  sun  as  darkest  night  be  black ! 
Their  Maker,  Jesus,  dies  I 

3  Behold,  fast  streaming  from  the  tree, 

His  all-atoning  blood! 
19  this  the  Infinite?  'tis  he, 
My  Saviour  and  my  God! 

4  For  me  these  pangs  his  soul  assail, 

For  me  this  death  is  borne; 
My  sins  gave  sharpness  to  the  nail, 
And  pointed  ev'ry  thorn. 

5  Let  sin  no  more  my  soul  enslave, 

Break,  Lord,  its  tyrant  chain; 
0  save  me,  whom  thou  cam'st  to  save, 
Nor  bleed,  nor  die  in  vain! 

HYMN    66.  (L.  M.) 

Si.  John  xix.  30. 

1  ?rpiS  finish'd— so  the  Saviour  cried, 

And  meekly  bow'd  his  head  and  died: 
'Tis  finish'd — yes,  the  work  is  done, 
The  battle  fought,  the  vict'ry  won. 

2  *Tis  finish'd — all  that  heaven  decreed. 
And  all  the  ancient  prophets  said, 

Is  now  fulfill'd,  as  long  design'd, 
In  me,  the  Saviour  of  mankind. 

5  Tis  finish'd — Aaron  now  no  more 
Must  stain  his  robes  with  purple  gore; 


42  HYMNS. 

The  sacred  veil  is  rent  in  twain, 
And  Jewish  rites  no  more  remain. 

4  Tis  finished — this,  my  dying  groan, 
Shall  sins  of  every  kind  atone: 
Millions  shall  be  redeemed  from  death, 
By  tins,  my  last  expiring  breath. 

5  Tis  finished — heaven  is  reconcil'd, 
And  all  the  powers  of  darkness  spoil'd: 
Peace,  love,  and  happiness,  again 
Return  and  dwell  with  sinful  men. 

6  'Tis  finish'd — let  the  joyful  sound 

Be  heard  through  all  the  nations  round; 

*Tis  finish'd — let  the  echo  fly 

Through  heaven  and  hell,  through  earth  and  akj 

HYMN    67.  (L.  M.) 

For  the  Jews. 

1  "IXIGH  on  the  bending  willows  hung, 

Israel,  still  sleeps  the  tuneful  string  ? 
Still  mute  remains  the  sullen  tongue, 
And  Zion's  song  denies  to  sing? 

2  Awake!  thy  loudest  raptures  raise; 
Let  harp  and  voice  unite  their  strains : 
Thy  promis'd  King  his  sceptre  sways; 
Behold,  thy  own  Messiah  reigns. 

3  By  foreign  streams  no  longer  roam, 
And,  weeping,  think  on  Jordan's  flood; 
In  every  clime  behold  a  home; 

In  ev'ry  temple  see  thy  God. 

4  No  taunting  foes  the  song  require; 
No  strangers  mock  thy  captive  chain; 
Thy  friends  provoke  the  silent  lyre, 
And  brethren  ask  the  holy  strain. 

5  Then  why  on  bending  willows  hung, 
Israel,  still  sleeps  the  tuneful  string  ? 
Why  mute  remains  the  sullen  tongue, 
And*  Zion's  song  delays  to  sing? 

EASTER. 

HYMN  68.  (C.  M.) 

1  Cor.  v.  8.     Rom.  vi.  9,  10,  11. 
1  QINCE  Christ  our  Passover  is  slain, 
A  sacrifice  for  all, 


HYMNS.  4% 

Let  all,  with  thankful  hearts,  agree 

To  keep  the  festival  : 
2  Not  with  the  leaven,  as  of  old, 

Of  sin  and  malice  fed: 
But  with  unfeignM  sincerity, 

And  truth's  unleaven'd  bread. 
5  Christ  being  raised  by  power  divine, 

And  rescu'd  from  the  grave, 
Shall  die  no  more;  death  shall  on  him 

No  more  dominion  have. 

4  For  that  he  died,  'twas  for  our  sins 

He  once  vouchsafd  to  die: 
But  that  he  lives,  he  lives  to  God 
For  all  eternity. 

5  So  count  yourselves  as  dead  to  sin, 

But  graciously  restor'd, 
And  made,  henceTorth,  alive  to  God, 
Through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord. 

HYMX    69.  (III.   1.) 

1  /^HRIST  the  Lord  is  ris'n  to-day, 
Sons  of  men  and  angels  say: 

Raise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high, 

Sing  ye  heavens,  and  earth  reply! 
%  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done, 

Fought  the  fight,  the  vict'ry  won: 

Jesus'  agony  is  o'er, 

Darkness  veils  the  earth  no  more. 
5  Vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal, 

Christ  has  burst  the  gates  of  hell; 

Death  in  vain  forbids  him  rise, 

Christ  hath  open'd  paradise. 
4  Soar  we  now  where  Christ  hath  led, 

Following  our  exalted  Head; 

Made  like  him,  like  him  we  rise — 

Ours  the  cross,  the  grave,  the  skies. 

HYMN  70.  (L.  M.) 

Col  iii.  1,2. 

1  X^E  faithful  souls  who  Jesus  know, 
If  risen  indeed  with  him  ye  are* 
Soperior  to  the  joys  below, 

His  resurrection's  power  declare: 


44  HYMNS. 

2  Your  faith  by  holy  tempers  prove, 
By  actions  show  your  sins  forgiven, 
And  seek  the  glorious  things  above, 

And  follow  Christ,  your  head,  to  heaven, 
S  There  your  exalted  Saviour  see, 
Seated  at  God's  right  hand  again, 
In  all  his  Father's  majesty, 
In  everlasting  power  to  reign. 
4  To  him  continually  aspire, 

Contending  for  your  destined  place, 
And  emulate  the  angel  choir, 
And  only  live  to  love  and  praise. 

HYMN  71.  (C.  M.) 

1  Cor.  xv.  20,  21,  22.    Col.  iii.  1. 

1  i^HRIST  from  the  dead  is  rais'd,  and  made 
^  The  First  Fruits  of  the  tomb; 

For,  as  by  man  came  death,  by  man 
Did  resurrection  come. 

2  For,  as  in  Adam  all  mankind 

Did  guilt  and  death  derive; 
So,  by  the  righteousness  of  Christ, 
Shall  all  be  made  alive. 

3  If  then  ye  risen  are  with  Christ, 

Seek  only  how  to  get 
The  things  which  are  above,  where  Christ 
At  God's  right  hand  is  set. 

ASCENSION. 

HYMN    72.  (L.  M.) 

1  TIE  dies !  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies ! 

Lo !  Salem's  daughters  weep  around ! 
A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies ! 

A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground ! 

2  Ye  saints  approach!  the  anguish  view, 

Of  him  who  groans  beneath  your  load; 
He  gives  his  precious  life  for  you, 
For  you  he  sheds  his  precious  blood. 
5  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree! 
The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men! 
But  lo!  what  sudden  joys  we  see! 
Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  again! 

4  The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb; 

Up  to  his  Father's  court  he  flies; 


HYMN-.  45 

Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 
And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies ! 

5  Break  off  jour  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 

How  high  our  great  Deliv'rer  reigns; 
Sing  how  he  spoil' d  the  hosts  of  hell, 
And  led  the  tyrant  death  in  chains ! 

6  Say,  u  Live  for  ever,  glorious  King, 

u  Born  to  redeem,  instruct,  and  save!" 
Then  ask — i;  0  death,  where  is  thy  sting  1 
*  And  where  thy  victory,  O  grave!" 

HYMN  73.  (L.  M.) 

1  I")  til  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead, 

Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high ; 
The  pow'rs  of  hell  are  captive  led, 
Dragg'd  to  the  portals  of  the  sky. 

2  There  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay; 
u  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates! 
a  Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way!" 

3  Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  light, 

And  wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene; 
He  claims  those  mansions  as  his  right; 
Receive  the  King  of  Glory  in. 

4  u  Who  i3  the  King  of  Glory,  who  ?" 

The  Lord  that  all  his  foes  o'ercame, 

The  world,  sin,  death,  and  hell  overthrew, 

And  Jesus  is  the  conq'ror's  name. 

5  Lo!  his  triumphal    chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay, 
u  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates ! 
u  Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way!" 

6  «  Who  is  the  King  of  Glory,  who?" 

The  liOrd  of  boundless  power  possessed, 
The  King  of  saints  and  angels  too, 
God  over  all,  for  ever  bless'd! 

WHITSUNDAY. 

HYMN  74.  (c.  M.) 

1   /^OME.  Holy  Ghost!  Creator,  come, 
Inspire  these  souls  of  thine; 


46  HYMNS. 

Till  every  heart  which  thou  hast  made 
Be  fill'd  with  grace  divine. 

2  Thou  art  the  Comforter,  the  gift 

Of  God,  and  fire  of  love; 

The  everlasting  spring  of  joy, 

And  unction  from  above. 

3  Thy  gifts  are  manifold,  thou  writ'st 

God's  law  in  each  true  heart; 

The  promise  of  the  Father,  thou 

Dost  heavenly  speech  impart. 

4  Enlighten  our  dark  souls,  till  they 

Thy  sacred  love  embrace; 
Assist  our  minds,  by  nature  frail, 
With  thy  celestial  grace. 

5  Drive  far  from  us  the  mortal  foe, 

And  give  us  peace  within, 
That,  by  thy  guidance  blest,  we  may 
Escape  the  snares  of  sin. 

6  Teach  us  the  Father  to  confess, 

And  Son,  from  death  reviv'd, 
And  thee,  with  both,  O  Holy  Ghost, 
Who  art  from  both  deriv'd. 

HYMN   75.  (C.  M.) 

1  r^OME,  Holy  Spirit,  Heavenly  Dove, 
^  With  all  thy  quick' ning  powers: 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 

In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  See  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  these  earthly  toys; 
Our  souls,  how  heavily  they  go, 
To  reach  eternal  joys! 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  lifeless  songs, 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise ! 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  Heavenly  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quick 'ning  powers; 
Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 

HYMN  76.  (C.  M.) 

t  TTE'S  come!  let  every  knee  be  bent, 
All  hearts  new  joy  resume: 


HYMNS.  47 

Sing,  ye  redeem'd,  with  one  consent, 
"  The  Comforter  is  come." 
2  What  greater  gift,  what  greater  love, 
Could  God  on  man  bestow? 
Angels  for  this  rejoice  above, 
Let  man  rejoice  below! 
S  Hail,  blessed  Spirit !  may  each  soul 
Thy  sacred  influence  feel; 
Do  thou  each  sinful  thought  control, 
And  fix  our  wavering  zeal ! 
4  Thou  to  the  conscience  dost  convey 
Those  checks  which  we  should  know; 
Thy  motions  point  to  us  the  way; 
Thou  giv'st  us  strength  to  go. 


TRINITY  SUNDAY. 


HYMN  77.  (L.    M.) 

1  Q  HOLY,  holy,  holy  Lord, 

Bright  in  thy  deeds  and  in  thy  name, 
Forever  be  thy  name  ador'd, 
Thy  glories  let  the  world  proclaim! 

2  O  Jesus,  Lamb  once  crucified 
To  take  our  load  of  sins  away, 
Thine  be  the  hymn  that  rolls  its  tide 
Along  the  realms  of  upper  day! 

3  O  Holy  Spirit,  from  above, 

In  streams  of  light  and  glory  giv'n, 

Thou  source  of  ecstasy  and  love, 

Thy  praises  ring  through  earth  and  heav'n! 

4  O  God  triune !  to  thee  we  owe 
Our  every  thought,  our  every  song; 
And  ever  may  thy  praises  flow 

From  saint  and  seraph's  burning  tongue ! 

HYMN    78.  (L.  M.) 

1  pATHER  of  all,  whose  love  profound 

A  ransom  for  our  souls  hath  found, 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend; 
To  us  thy  pard'ning  love  extend ! 

2  Almighty  Son,  incarnate  Word, 

Our  Prophet,  Priest,  Redeemer,  Lord, 


I 


48  HYMNS. 

Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend; 

To  us  thy  saving  grace  extend ! 
5  Eternal  Spirit,  by  whose  breath 

The  soul  is  rais'd  from  sin  and  death, 

Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend; 

To  us  thy  quick'ning  pow'r  extend ! 
4  Jehovah!  Father,  Spirit,  Son, 

Mysterious  Godhead,  Three  in  one! 

Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend; 

Grace,  pardon,  life,  to  us  extend ! 

HYMN   79.  (II.  4.) 

1  T^TE  give  immortal  praise 
¥*    To  God  the  Father's  love, 
For  all  our  comforts  here, 
And  all  our  hopes  above: 
He  sent  his  own 

Eternal  Son, 
To  die  for  sins 

That  man  had  done. 
£  To  God  the  Son  belongs 
Immortal  glory  too, 
Who  sav'd  us  by  his  blood 
From  everlasting  wo: 
And  now  he  lives, 

And  now  he  reigns, 
And  sees  the  fruit 
Of  all  his  pains. 

3  To  God  the  Spirit,  praise 

And  endless  worship  give, 
Whose  new  creating  pow'r 
Makes  the  dead  sinner  live: 
His  work  completes 
The  great  design, 
And  fills  the  soul 
With  joy  divine. 

4  Almighty  God !   to  thee 

Be  endless  honours  done; 
The  sacred  Persons  three, 
The  Godhead  only  one: 
Where  reason  fails 

With  ail  her  pow?rs, 
There  faith  prevails, 
And  love  adores. 


HV>:  49 

FAST-DAY. 
HYMN    SO.  (C.   M.) 

]     ALMIGHTY  Lord!  before  thy  throne 
Thy  mourning  people  bend! 
*  Tis  on  thv  pard'ning  srace  alone 
Our  prostrate  hopes  depend. 
£  Dark  judgments,  from  thy  heavy  hand, 
Thv  dreadful  pow'r  display: 
Yet  mercy  spares  our  guilty  land, 
And  still  we  live  to  pray. 

3  How  chang'd.  alas!  are  truths  divine, 

For  error,  guilt  and  shame! 
What  impious  numbers,  bold  in  sin, 
Disgrace  the  Christian  name! 

4  0  turn  us,  turn  us,  mighty  Lord, 

Convert  us  by  thy  grace; 
Then  shall  our  hearts  obey  thy  word, 
And  see  again  thy  face. 

5  Then,  should  oppressing  foes  invade, 

We  will  not  sink  in  fear; 
Secure  of  all-sufficient  aid, 
When  God,  our  God,  is  near. 

HYMN  81.  (III.  3.) 

1   "QREAD  Jehovah!  God  of  nations! 
From  thy  temple  in  the  ski 
Hear  thy  people's  supplicati 
Now  for  their  deliv'rance  rise: 
C   Lo!   with  deep  contrition  turni: 
Humbly  at  thy  feet  we  bend: 
Hear  us.  fasting,  praying,  mourning, 
Hear  us.  spire  us.  and  defend. 
5  Though  our  sins,  our  hearts  confounding, 
Long  and  loud  for  vengeance  call, 

Jesus"  blood  can  cleanse  them  all. 
4  Let  that  love  veil  our  transgression, 
Let  that  blood  our  guilt  efface: 
thy  people  from  oppression, 
Sare  from  spoil  thy  holy  place. 
K 


50  HYMNS. 

HYMN    82.  (L.  M.) 

Prayer  and  Hope  of  Victory. 

1  TVOW  may  the  God  of  grace  and  pow'r 

Attend  his  people's  humble  cry; 
Defend  them  in  the  needful  hour, 
And  send  deliv'rance  from  on  high. 

2  In  his  salvation  is  our  hope, 

And  in  the  name  of  Israel's  God 
Our  troops  shall  lift  their  banners  up, 

Our  navies  spread  their  flags  abroad. 
5  Some  trust  in  horses  train'd  for  war, 

And  some  of  chSriots  make  their  boasts: 
Our  surest  expectations  are 

From  thee,  the  Lord  of  heavenly  hosts  I 
4  Then  save  us,  Lord,  from  slavish  fear, 

And  let  our  trust  be  firm  and  strong, 
Till  thy  salvation  shall  appear, 

And  hymns  of  peace  conclude  our  song. 


THANKSGIVING-DAY. 


HYMN    83.  (HI.  2.) 

PART    1. 

1  T>RAISE  to  God,  immortal  praise, 

For  the  love  that  crowns  our  days; 
Bounteous  source  of  every  joy, 
Let  thy  praise  our  tongues  employ: 
All  to  thee,  our  God,  we  owe, 
Source  whence  all  our  blessings  flow* 

2  All  the  blessings  of  the  fields, 
All  the  stores  the  garden  yields, 
Flocks  that  whiten  all  the  plain, 
Yellow  sheaves  of  ripen'd  grain; 
Lord,  for  these  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 

3  Clouds  that  drop  their  fatt'ning  dews, 
Suns  that  genial  warmth  diffuse, 

All  the  plenty  summer  pours, 
Autumn's  rich  o'erflowing  stores; 
Lord,  for  these  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 


HYMNS.  51 

4  Peace,  prosperity,  and  health, 
Private  bliss  and  public  wealth, 
Knowledge,  with  its  gladd'ning  streams, 
Pure  religion's  holier  beams; 

Lord,  for  these  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 

part  2. 

5  Yet,  should  rising  whirlwinds  tear 
From  its  stem  the  rip'ning  ear; 
Though  the  sick'ning  flock  should  fall, 
And  the  herd  desert  the  stall ; 

Still  to  thee  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 

6  Shouldthinealter'd  hand  restrain 
TV  early  and  the  latter  rain, 
Blast  each  op'ning  bud  of  joy, 
And  the  rising  year  destroy; 
Still  to  thee  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 

7  Life  and  grace,  whate'er  our  wo, 
Still  to  thee,  our  God,  we  owe; 
Though  of  earthly  hopes  bereft, 
Yet  our  hope  of  heaven  is  left; 
And  for  these  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 

HYMN    84.  (C.  M.) 

1  pOUNTAIN  of  mercy,  God  of  love, 

How  rich  thy  bounties  are ! 
The  rolling  seasons,  as  they  move, 
Proclaim  thy  constant  care. 

2  When  in  the  bosom  of  the  earth 

The  sower  hid  the  grain, 
Thy  goodness  mark'd  its  secret  birth, 
And  sent  the  early  rain. 

3  The  spring's  swreet  influence,  Lord,  was  thine, 

The  plants  in  beauty  grew; 
Thou  gav'st  the  summer's  suns  to  shine, 
The  mild  refreshing  dew. 

4  These  various  mercies  from  above         # 

Matur'd  the  swelling  grain; 
A  kindly  harvest  crowns  thy  love, 
And  plenty  fills  the  plain. 


1 


HYMNS. 

We  own  and  bless  thy  gracious  sway: 

Thy  hand  all  nature  hails; 
Seed-time  nor  harvest,  night  nor  day, 

Summer  nor  winter  fails. 

HYMN   85.  (L.  M.) 

For  Public  Mercies  and  Deliverances. 
SOLVATION  doth  to  God  belong, 

His  power  and  grace  shall  be  our  song; 
From  him  alone  all  mercies  flow, 
His  arm  alone  subdues  the  foe! 

2  Then  praise  this  God,  who  bows  his  ear 
Propitious  to  his  people's  prayer; 

And  though  deliv'rance  he  may  stay, 
Yet  answers  still  in  his  own  day. 

3  O  may  this  goodness  lead  our  land, 
Still  sav'd  by  thine  Almighty  hand, 
The  tribute  of  its  love  to  bring 

To  thee,  our  Saviour  and  our  King; 

4  Till  every  public  temple  raise 

A  song  of  triumph  to  thy  praise; 
And  every  peaceful,  private  home, 
To  thee  a  temple  shall  become. 

5  Still  be  it  our  supreme  delight 
To  walk  as  in  thy  glorious  sight; 
Still  in  thy  precepts  and  thy  fear, 
Till  life's  last  hour,  to  persevere. 

VII     ORDINANCES  AND  SPECIAL 
OCCASIONS. 


BAPTISM. 


HYMN  86.  (HI.  3.) 

SAVIOUR!  who  thy  flock  art  feeding, 

With  the  shepherd's  kindest  care, 
All  the  feeble  gently  leading, 

While  the  lambs  thy  bosom  share; 
Now,  these  little  ones  receiving, 

Fold  them  in  thy  gracious  arm — 
There,  we  know— -thy  word  believing— 

Only  there,  secure  from  harm. 
Never  from  thy  pasture  roving, 

Let  them  be  the  Lion's  prey; 


HYMNS.  53 

Let  thy  tenderness,  so  loving, 

Keep  them  all  life's  dang'rous  way: 

Then,  within  thy  fold  eternal. 
Let  them  find  a  resting  place; 

Feed  in  pasture-  ever  vernal, 
Drink  the  rivers  of  thy  grace. 

HYMN    87.  (S.  M.) 

1  HPHE  gentle  Saviour  calls 

Our  children  to  his  breast; 
He  folds  them  in  his  gracious  arms, 
Himself  declares  them  blest. 

2  "Let  them  approach/*  he  cries, 

"  Nor  scorn  their  humble  claim; 
u  The*  heirs  of  heaven  are  such  as  these, 
"  For  such  as  these  I  came/' 

3  Gladly  we  bring  them,  Lord, 

Devoting  them  to  thee, 
Imploring,  that,  as  we  are  thine, 
Thine  may  our  oft  spring  be. 

HYMN    88.  (s.  M.) 

Of  Adults. 

Ephesia?is  vi.  10--13. 

1  SOLDIERS  of  Christ  arise, 

And  put  your  armour  on, 
Strong  in  the  strength  which  God  supplies 
Through  his  eternal  Son. 

2  Strong  in  the  Lord  of  hosts, 

And  in  his  mighty  pow'r. 
Who  in  the  strength  of  Jesus  trusts, 
Is  more  than  conqueror. 

3  Stand  then  in  his  great  might, 

With  all  his  strength  endu'd; 
And  take  to  arm  you  for  the  fighlj 
The  panoply  of  God  : 

4  That  having  all  things  done, 

And  all  your  conflicts  past, 

Ye  may  behold  your  victYv  won, 

And  stand  complete  at  last. 

E2 


4  HYMNS- 

CONFIRMATION. 

HYMN  89.  (L.  M.) 

1  f\  HAPPY  day,  that  stays  my  choice 
On  thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  God! 
Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 
And  tell  thy  goodness  all  abroad. 

£  O  happy  bond !  that  seals  my  vows, 
To  hnn  who  merits  all  my  love; 
Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  his  house, 
While  to  his  sacred  throne  I  move. 

5  Tis  done,  the  great  transaction's  done; 
Deign,  gracious  Lord,  to  make  me  thine; 
Help  me,  through  grace,  to  follow  on, 
Glad  to  confess  thy  voice  divine. 

4  Here  rest,  my  oft  divided  heart, 
Fix'd  on  thy  God,  thy  Saviour,  rest; 
Who  with  the  world  would  grieve  to  part, 
When  call'd  on  angels'  food  to  feast. 

5  High  heaven,  that  heard  the  solemn  vow, 
That  vow  renew'd  shall  daily  hear, 

Till  in  life's  latest  hour  I  bow, 
And  bless  in  death  a  bond  so  dear. 

HYMN    90.  (C.  M.) 

1   TTTITNESS,  ye  men  and  angels,  now; 
Before  the  Lord  we  speak; 
To  him  we  make  our  solemn  vow, 
A  vow  we  dare  not  break: 

g  That,  long  as  life  itself  shall  last, 
Ourselves  to  Christ  we  yield; 
Nor  from  his  cause  wrill  we  depart, 
Or  ever  quit  the  field.     x 

3  We  trust  not  in  our  native  strength, 

But  on  £is  grace  rely, 
That,  with  returning  wants,  the  Lord 
Will  all  our  need  supply. 

4  Lord,  guide  our  doubtful  feet  aright, 

And  keep  us  in  thy  ways; 
And,  while  we  turn  our  vowrs  to  prayers, 
Turn  thou  our  prayers  to  praise. 


HYMNS.  55 

HYMN    91.  (C.  M.) 

1  Y0UTH'  when  devoted  to  the  Lord, 

Is  pleasing  in  his  eyes; 
A  flow'r,  though  offer'd  in  the  bud, 
Is  no  vain  sacrifice. 

2  'Tis  easier  far  if  we  begin 

To  fear  the  Lord  betimes; 
For  sinners  who  grow  old  in  sin 
Are  harden'd  by  their  crimes. 

3  It  saves  us  from  a  thousand  snares 

To  mind  religion  young; 
Grace  will  preserve  our  following  years, 
And  make  our  virtues  strong. 

4  To  thee,  Almighty  God,  to  thee 

Our  hearts  we  now  resign: 
*Twill  please  us  to  look  back  and  see 
That  our  whole  lives  were  thine. 

HYMN   92.  (C.  M.) 

1  /*)  IN  the  morn  of  life,  when  youth 

9  With  vital  ardour  glows, 
And  shines  in  all  the  fairest  charms 
That  beauty  can  disclose, — 

2  Deep  in  thy  soul,  before  its  pow'rs 

Are  yet  by  vice  enslav'd, 
Be  thy  Creator's  glorious  name 
And  character  engrav'd: 

5  Ere  yet  the  shades  of  sorrow  cloud 

The  sunshine  of  thy  days; 
And  cares  and  toils,  in  endless  round, 
Encompass  all  thy  ways: 

4  Ere  yet  thv  heart  the  woes  of  age, 

With  vain  regret,  deplore, 
And  sadly  muse  on  former  joys, 
That  now  return  no  more. 

5  True  wisdom,  early  sought  and  gain'd, 

In  age  will  give  thee  rest : 
0  then,  improve  the  morn  of  life, 
To  make  its  ev'ning  blest! 


56  HYMNS. 

THE  LORD'S  SUPPER. 

HYMN    93.  (c.  M.) 

v.  1-2,  9,&e. 

1  Pj^HOU,  God,  all  glory,  honour,  power, 

Art  worthy  to  receive; 
Since  all  things  by  thy  power  were  made, 
And  by  thy  bounty  live. 

2  And  worthy  is  the  Lamb  all  power, 

Honour,  and  wealth  to  gain, 
Glory  and  strength;  who  for  our  sins 
A  sacrifice  was  slain! 

3  All  worthy  thou,  who  hast  redeemed, 

And  ransonvd  us  to  God, 
From  every  nation,  every  coast, 
By  thy  most  precious  blood. 

4  Blessing  and  honour,  glory,  pow'r, 

By  all  in  earth  and  heaven, 
To  him  that  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  the  Lamb  be  given. 

HYMN  94.  (L.  M.) 

1  "ftf  Y  God,  and  is  thy  table  spread  r 

And  does  thy  cup  with  love  o'erflow? 
Thither  be  all  thy  children  led, 

And  let  them  thy  sweet  mercies  know! 

2  Hail,  sacred   feast,  which  Jesus  makes! 

Rich  banquet  of  his  flesh  and  blood! 
Thrice  happy  he  who  here  partakes 

That  sacred  stream,  that  heavenly  food ! 

3  AVhy  are  its  bounties  all  in  vain 

Before  unwilling  hearts  display'd  ? 
Was  not  for  you  the  victim  slain  ? 
Are  you  forbid  the  children's  bread  ? 

4  O  let  thy  table  honourd  be, 

And  furnislvd  well  with  joyful  guests! 
And  may  each  soul  salvation  see, 
That  here  its  holy  pledges  tastes! 

5  Drawn  by  thy  quickening  grace,  0  Lord, 

In  countless  numbers  let  them  come, 
And  gather  from  their  Father's  board, 
The  bread  that  lives  beyond  the  tomb! 

6  Nor  let  thy  spreading  gospel  rest, 

Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run* 


HYMNS.  57 

Till  with  this  bread  all  men  be  blest, 
Who  see  the  light,  or  feel  the  sun ! 

HYMN   95.  (C.  M.) 

1  4  ND  are  we  now  brought  near  to  God, 

Who  once  at  distance  stood  ? 
And,  to  effect  this  glorious  change, 
Did  Jesus  shed  his  blood? 

2  0  for  a  song  of  ardent  praise, 

To  bear  our  souls  above! 
What  should  allay  our  lively  hope, 
Or  damp  our  flaming  love! 

3  Then  let  us  join  the  heavenly  choirs, 

To  praise  our  heavenly  King! 
O  may  that  love  which  spread  this  board, 
Inspire  us  while  we  sing — 

4  u  Glory  to  God  in  highest  strains, 

"  And  to  the  earth  be  peace; 
"  Good-will  from  heaven  to  men  is  come, 
u  And  let  it  never  cease !" 

HYMN    96.  •   (L.  M.) 

1  HHO  Jesus,  our  exalted  Lord, 

That  name,  in  heav'n  and  earth  ador'd, 
Fain  would  our  hearts  and  voices  raise 
A  cheerful  song  of  sacred  praise. 

2  But  all  the  notes  which  mortals  know, 
Are  weak,  and  languishing,  and  low; 
Far,  far  above  our  humble  songs, 

The  theme  demands  immortal  tongues. 

5  Yet  whilst  around  his  board  we  meet, 
And  worship  at  his  sacred  feet, 

O  let  our  warm  affections  move, 
In  glad  returns  of  grateful  love. 

4  Yes,  Lord,  we  love  and  we  adore, 
But  lonj*  to  know  and  love  thee  more; 
And,  whilst  we  taste  the  bread  and  wine, 
Desire  to  feed  on  joys  divine. 

5  Let  faith  our  feeble  senses  aid, 

To  see  thy  wondrous  love  display'd; 
Thy  broken  flesh,  thy  bleeding  veins, 
Thy  dreadful  agonizing  pains. 


58  HYMNS. 

6  Let  humble,  penitential  wo, 

With  painful,  pleasing  anguish  flow; 
And  thy  forgiving  love  impart, 
Life,  hope,  and  joy,  to  every  heart. 


ORDINATION,  OR  INSTITUTION  OF  MINISTERS. 


HYMN    97.  (L.  M.) 

St.  Matt.  x. 

1  {ZJ-0  forth,  ye  heralds,  in  my  name, 

Sweetly  the  gospel  trumpet  sound; 
The  glorious  jubilee  proclaim, 

Where'er  the  human  race  is  found. 

2  The  joyful  news  to  all  impart, 

And  teach  them  where  salvation  lies; 
With  care  bind  up  the  broken  heart, 

And  wipe  the  tears  from  weeping  eyes. 
5  Be  wise  as  serpents,  where  you  go, 

But  harmless  as  the  peaceful  dove; 
And  let  your  heaven-taught  conduct  show 

That  ye'/e  commission'd  from  above. 
4  Freely  from  me  ye  have  receiv'd, 

Freely,  in  love,  to  others  give; 
Thus  shall  your  doctrines  be  believ'd, 

And,  by  your  labours,  sinners  live. 

HYMN    98.  (L.  M.) 

St.  Mark  xvi.  15,  &c.  and  St.  Matt,  xxviii.  18,  &c. 
4;  /"^O  preach  my  gospel,"  saith  the  Lord, 

^*  "  Bid  the  whole  earth  my  grace  receive; 
"  Explain  to  them  my  sacred  word, 

u  Bid  them  believe,  obey,  and  live. 
"  I'll  make  my  great  commission  known, 
"  And  ye  shall  prove  my  gospel  true, 
*  By  all  the  works  that  I  have  done, 
u  And  all  the  wonders  ye  shall  do. 
;   «  Go  heal  the  sick,  go  raise  the  dead, 
"  Go  cast  out  devils  in  my  name; 
"  Nor  let  my  prophets  be  afraid, 

"  Though  Greeks  reproach,  and  Jews  blaspheme. 
I  "While  thus  ye  follow  my  commands, 
"  I'm  with  you  till  the  world  shall  end; 


HYMN-  59 

11  All  power  is  trusted  in  my  hands; 

••  I  can  destroy,  and  can  defend." 
He  spake,  and  light  shone  round  his  head; 

On  a  bright  cloud  to  heaven  he  rode; 
They  to  the  farthest  nations  spread 

The  grace  of  their  ascendea  God. 

HYMX   99.  (L.    M.) 

1  JTIHE  Saviour,  when  to  heaven  he  rose, 

In  splendid  triumph  o'er  his  foes, 
Scatterd  his  gifts  on  men  below, 
And  wide  his  royal  bounties  flow. 

2  Hence  sprang  the  Apostle's  honoured  name, 
Sacred  beyond  heroic  fame: 

Hence  dictates  the  prophetic  sage, 
And  hence  the  evangelic  page. 
5  In  lower  forms,  to  bless  our  eyes, 
Pastors  from  hence  and  teachers  rise; 
Who,  though  with  feebler  rays  they  shine, 
Still  mark  a  long  extended  line. 

4  From  Christ  their  varied  gifts  derive, 
And,  fed  by  him,  their  graces  live; 
Whilst. guarded  by  his  potent  hand, 
Amidst  the  rage  of  hell  they  stand. 

5  So  shall  the  bright  succession  run 
Through  all  the  courses  of  the  sun; 
Whilst  unborn  churches,  by  their  care, 
Shall  rise  and  flourish  large  and  fair. 

6  Jesus,  our  Lord,  their  hearts  shall  know 
The  spring  whence  all  these  blessings  flow; 
Pastors  and  people  shout  his  praise, 
Through  the  long  round  of  endless  days. 

HYMN    ^)0.  (L.  M.) 

1  Tj^ATHER  of  mercies !  bow  thine  ear. 

Attentive  to  our  earnest  prayer; 
We  plead  for  those  who  plead  for  thee, 
Successful  pleaders  may  they  be ! 

2  How  great  their  work,  how  vast  their  charge  I 
Do  thou  their  anxious  souls  enlarge; 

Their  best  acquirements  are  our  gain, 
We  share  the  blessings  they  obtain. 
5  Clothe,  then,  with  energy  divine, 
Their  words,  and  let  those  words  be  thine; 


60  HYMNS. 

To  them  thy  sacred  truth  reveal. 
Suppress  their  fear,  inflame  their  zeal. 

4  Teach  them  to  sow  the  precious  seed, 
Teach  them  thy  chosen  iluck  to  feed; 
Teach  them  immortal  souls  to  gain — 
Souls  that  will  well  reward  their  pain. 

5  Let  thronging  multitudes  around, 
Hear  from  their  lips  the  joyful  sound; 
In  humble  strains  thy  grace  implore, 
And  feel  thy  new-creating  pow'r. 

6  Let  sinners  break  their  massy  chains, 
Distressed  souls  forget  their  pains; 

Let  light  through  distant  realms  be  spread, 
And  Zion  rear  her  drooping  head. 

CONSECRATION  OF  A  CHURCH. 

HYMN   101.  (L.  M.) 

1  AND  wilt  thou.  0  Eternal  God. 

On  earth  establish  thine  abode  ? 
Then  look  propitious  from  thy  throne, 
And  take  this  temple  for  thine  own. 

2  These  walls  we  to  thine  honour  raise, 
Long  may  they  echo  in  thy  praise; 
And  thou,  descending,  fill  the  place 
With  the  rich  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

3  Here  may  the  great  Redeemer  reign, 
With  all  the  graces  of  his  train; 
While  power  divine  his  word  attends, 
To  conquer  foes  and  cheer  his  friends. 

4  And  in  the  last  decisive  day. 
When  God  the  nations  shall  survey, 
May  it  before  the  world  appear, 
Thousands  were  born  for  glory  here. 


MISSIONS. 

HYMN    102.  (L.  M.) 

1    TESUS  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  succes-ive  jennies  run; 
His  kingdom  sprei  Lore  to  shore, 

Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 


HYMNS.  61 

\  To  him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 
And  praises  throng  to  crown  his  head; 
His  name  like  sweet  perfume  shall  rise 
With  ev'ry  morning  sacrifice. 
People  and  realms,  of  ev'ry  tongue, 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  sweetest  song; 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  his  name. 
Blessings  abound  where'er  lie  reigns; 
The  pris'ner  leaps  to  burst  his  chains; 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest, 
And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 
Where  he  displays  his  healing  power, 
Death  and  the  curse  are  known  no  more: 
In  him  the  tribes  of  Adam  boast 
More  blessings  than  their  father  lost. 
Let  ev'ry  creature  rise,  and  bring 
Peculiar  honours  to  our  King: 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  loud  amen. 

HYMN   103.  (L.  M.) 

Psalm  cxvii. 
"PROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies, 

Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise; 
Jehovah's  glorious  name  be  sung 
Through  ev'ry  land,  by  ev'ry  tongue. 
Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord, 
And  truth  eternal  is  thy  word; 
Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 

HYMN   104.  (L.  M.) 

Q  SPIRIT  of  the  Living  God! 
In  all  thy  plenitude  of  grace, 
Where'er  the  foot  of  man  hath  trod, 

Descend  on  our  apostate  race! 
Give  tongues  of  fire  and  hearts  of  love, 

To  preach  the  reconciling  word ; 
Give  power  and  unction  from  above, 

Where'er  the  joyful  sound  is  heard. 
Be  darkness,  at  thy  coming,  light; 
Confusion,  order,  in  thy  pathi 
F 


GZ  HYMNS. 

Souls  without  strength  inspire  with  might; 

Bid  mercy  triumph  over  wrath. 
4  Convert  the  nations;  far  and  nigh 

The  triumphs  of  the  cross  record; 
The  name  01  Jesus  glorify, 

Till  ev'ry  people  call  him  Lord. 

HYMN    105.  (II.   1.) 

For  Missions  to  the  new  settlements  in  the  United 
States. 

1  'Vjy  HEN,  Lord,  to  this  our  Western  land, 

Led  by  thy  providential  hand, 

Our  wand 'ring  fathers  came, 
Their  ancient  homes,  their  friends  in  youth, 
Sent  forth  the  heralds  of  thy  truth, 

To  keep  them  in  thy  name. 

2  Then,  through  our  solitary  coast, 
The  desert  features  soon  were  lost; 

Thy  temples  there  arose; 
Our  shores,  as  culture  made  them  fair, 
Were  hallow'd  by  thy  rites,  by  pray'r, 

And  blossomed  as  the  rose. 

3  And  0 !  may  we  repay  this  debt 
To  regions  solitary  ^et 

Within  our  spreading  land ! 
There,  brethren,  from  our  common  home, 
Still  westward,  like  our  fathers,  roam; 

Still  guided  by  thy  hand. 

4  Saviour!  we  own  this  debt  of  love: 
0  shed  thy  Spirit  from  above, 

To  move  each  Christian  breast; 
Till  heralds  shall  thy  truth  proclaim, 
And  temples  rise  to  fix  thy  name, 

Through  all  our  desert  west. 


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HYMN  106.  (C  M.) 

Isaiah  xxxv.  2. 
/"\N  Zion,  and  on  Lebanon, 

On  Carmel's  blooming  height, 
On  Sharon's  fertile  plains,  once  shone 
The  glory,  pure  and  bright: 
2  From  thence  its  mild  and  cheering  ray 
Streamed  forth  from  land  to  land; 


I1YMJNS. 

And  empires  now  behold  its  day, 
And  still  its  beams  expand. 

3  Its  brightest  splendours,  darting  west, 

Our  happy  shores  illume; 
Our  farther  regions,  once  unblest, 
Now  like  a  garden  bloom: 

4  But  ah!  our  deserts'deep  and  wild 

See  not  this  heavenly  light; 
No  sacred  beams,  no  radiance  mild, 
Dispel  their  dreary  night. 

5  TTiou,  who  didst  lighten  Zion's  hill, 

On  Carmel  who  didst  shine, 
Our  deserts  let  thy  glory  fill, 
Thy  excellence  divine! 

6  Like  Lebanon,  in  tow'ring  pride, 

May  all  our  forests  smile; 
And  may  our  borders  blossom  wide, 
Like  Sharon's  fruitful  soil! 

HYMN   107.  (II.  6.) 

1  l^ROM  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 

From  India's  coral  strand, 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand; 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  Isle; 
Though  ev'ry  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile: 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strewn; 
The  heathen  in  his  blindness 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high, 
Shall  we,  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 
Salvation!  oh,  Salvation! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim 


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64  HYMNS. 

Till  each  remotest  nation 

Has  learnt  Messiah's  name! 
4  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story, 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole ; 
Till  o'er  our  ransom'd  nature 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 

HYMN   108.  (L.  M.) 

For  the  Jews. 

1  T\ISO  WN'D  of  heaven,  by  man  opprest, 

Outcasts  from  Zion's  hallow'd  ground, 
Wherefore  should  Israel's  sons,  once  blest, 
Still  roam  the  scorning  world  around  ? 

2  Lord !  visit  thy  forsaken  race, 

Back  to  thy  fold  the  wand'rers  brings 
Teach  them  to  seek  thy  slighted  grace, 
And  hail  in  Christ  their  promis'd  King. 

3  The  veil  of  darkness  rend  in  twain 

Which  hides  their  Shiloh's  glorious  light; 
The  sever'd  olive  branch  again 
Firm  to  its  parent  stock  unite. 

4  Hail,  glorious  day,  expected  long! 

When  Jew  and  Greek  one  prayer  shall  pour, 
With  eager  feet  one  temple  throng, 
With  grateful  praise  one  God  adore. 

HYMN     109.  (IV.   1.) 

Rev.  xv.  3,  4. 

1  "ITOW  wondrous  and  great 

Thy  works,  God  of  praise ! 
How  just,  King  of  saints, 

And  true,  are  thy  ways! 
O  who  shall  not  fear  thee, 

And  honour  thy  name! 
Thou  only  art  holy, 

Thou  only  supreme! 

2  To  nations  long  dark 

Thy  light  shall  be  shown; 
Their  worship  and  vow9 
Shall  come  to  thy  thrones 


HYMNS-  65 

Thy  truth  and  thy  judgment* 

Shall  spread  all  abroad, 
Till  earth's  ev'ry  people 

Confess  thee  their  God. 

FOR  SUNDAY  AND  CHARITY  SCHOOLS. 


HYMN    110.  (H.  4.) 

Children  and  Congregation. 
Children. 
f^OME  let  our  voices  join, 

In  one  glad  song  of  praise: 
To  God,  the  God  of  love, 
Our  grateful  hearts  we  raise: 
Congregation. 
To  God  alone  your  praise  belongs; 
His  love  demands  your  earliest  songs. 

Children. 
Now  we  are  taught  to  read 
The  book  of  life  divine; 
Where  our  Redeemer's  love, 
And  brightest  glories  shine: 
Congregation. 
To  God  alone  the  praise  is  due, 
Who  sends  his  word  to  us  and  you. 

Children. 
Within  these  hallow'd  walls. 

Our  wand'ring  feet  are  brought; 
Where  pray'r  and  praise  ascend, 
And  heavenly  truths  are  taught: 
Congregation. 
To  God  alone  your  off 'rings  bring; 
Here  in  his  church  his  praises  sing. 

Children. 
For  blessings  such  as  these, 

Our  gratitude  receive; 
Lord,  here  accept  our  heart9, 
Tis  all  that  we  can  give: 
Congregation. 
Great  God,  accept  their  infant  songs; 
To  thee  alone  their  praise  belongs. 

Both. 
Lord,  bid  this  work  of  love 
Be  crown'd  with  meet  success; 
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66  HYMNS. 

May  thousands  jet  unborn, 

This  institution  bless: 
Thus  shall  the  praise  resound  to  thee, 
Now,  and  through  all  eternity. 

HYMN    111.  (III.   1.) 

1  Q.LORY  to  the  Father  give, 

God  in  whom  we  move  and  live; 

Children's  prayers  he  deigns  to  hear, 

Children's  songs  delight  his  ear. 
3  Glory  to  the  Son  we  bring, 

Christ  our  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King; 

Children,  raise  your  sweetest  strain 

To  the  Lamb,  for  he  was  slain. 

3  Glory  to  the  Holv  Ghost, 
He  reclaims  the  sinner  lost; 
Children's  minds  may  he  inspire, 
Touch  their  tongues  with  holy  fire. 

4  Glory  in  the  highest  be 
To  the  blessed  Trinity, 
For  the  gospel  from  above, 

For  the  word  that  "  God  is  love." 

HYMN    112.  (C.  M.) 

1  XI^HEN  Jesus  left  his  heavenly  throne, 

He  chose  an  humble  birth; 
Like  us  unhonour'd  and  unknown, 
He  came  to  dwell  on  earth: 

2  Like  him,  may  we  be  found  below 

In  wisdom's  paths  of  peace; 
Like  him,  in  grace  and  knowledge  grow 
As  years  and  strength  increase. 

5  Sweet  were  his  words  and  kind  his  look, 

When  mothers  round  him  press'd; 
Their  infants  in  his  arms  he  took, 

And  on  his  bosom  bless'd : 
4  Safe  from  the  world's  alluring  harms, 

Beneath  his  watchful  eye, 
O,  thus  encircled  in  his  arms, 

May  we  for  ever  lie! 

HYMN    113.  (L.   M.) 

1  T  ORD,  how  delightful  'tis  to  see 

A  whole  assembly  worship  thee:  ^ 


HYMNS. 

At  once  they  sing,  at  once  they  pray; 

They  hear  of  heaven,  and  learn  the  way. 
2  I  have  been  there,  and  still  would  go; 

'Tis  like  a  little  heaven  below; 

Not  all  that  earth  and  sin  can  say 

Shall  tempt  me  to  forget  this  day. 
S  O  write  upon  my  mem'ry,  Lord, 

The  text  and  doctrine  of  thy  word; 

That  I  may  break  thy  laws  no  more, 

But  love  thee  better  than  before. 
4  With  thoughts  of  Christ  and  things  divine, 

Fill  up  this  sinful  heart  of  mine; 

That,  hoping  pardon  through  his  blood, 

I  may  lie  down  and  wake  with  God. 

HYMN    114.  (C    M.) 

1  "jM[ERCY,  descending  from  above, 

In  softest  accents  pleads; 
O  may  each  tender  bosom  move, 
When  mercy  intercedes ! 

2  Children  our  kind  protection  claim, 

And  God  will  well  approve, 
When  infants  learn  to  lisp  his  name, 
And  their  Creator  love. 

3  Delightful  work!  young  souls' to  win, 

And  turn  the  rising  race 
From  the  deceitful  paths  of  sin, 
To  seek  their  Saviour's  face. 

4  Almighty  God !  thineinfl uence  shed 

To  aid  this  blest  design; 
The  honour  of  thy  name  be  spread, 
And  all  the  glory  thine. 


CHARITABLE  OCCASIONS. 

HYMN   115.  (C.  M.) 

OLEST  is  the  man  whose  soft'ning  heart 

Feels  all  another's  pain; 
To  whom  the  supplicating  eye 

Is  never  rais'd  in  vain: 
Whose  breast  responds  with  gen'rous  warmth, 
A  stranger's  wo  to  feel; 


68  HYMNS. 

Who  weeps  in  pity  o'er  the  wound 
He  wants  the  pow'r  to  heal. 

S  To  gentle  offices  of  love 
His  feet  are  never  slow; 
He  views,  through  mercy's  melting  eye, 
A  brother  in  a  foe. 

4  To  him  protection  shall  be  shown; 
And  mercy,  from  above, 
Descend  on  those  who  thus  fulfil 
The  Christian  law  of  love. 

HYMN    116.  (C.  M.) 

1  T>  ICH  are  the  joys  which  cannot  die> 

With  God  laid  up  in  store; 
Treasures  beyond  the  changing  sky, 
Brighter  than  golden  ore. 

2  The  seeds  which  piety  and  love 

Have  scatter'd  here  below, 
In  the  fair  fertile  fields  above 
To  ample  harvests  grow. 

3  The  mite  my  willing  hands  can  give, 

At  Jesus'  feet  I  lay; 
Grace  shall  the  humble  gift  receive, 
Abounding  grace  repay. 

HYMN   117.  (III.  3.) 

1  T  ORD  of  life,  all  praise  excelling, 

Thou,  in  glory  unconfin'd, 
Deign'st  to  make  thy  humble  dwelling 
With  the  poor  of  humble  mind. 

2  As  thy  love,  through  all  creation, 

Beams  like  thy  diffusive  light ; 
So  the  high  and  humble  station 
Both  are  equal  in  thy  sight. 

S  Thus  thy  care,  for  all  providing, 

Warm'd  thy  faithful  prophet's  tongue; 
Who,  the  lot  of  all  deciding, 
To  thy  chosen  Israel  sung: 

4  When  thy  harvest  yields  thee  pleasure, 

Thou  the  golden  sheaf  shalt  bind; 
To  the  poor  belongs  the  treasure 
Of  the  scatter'd  ears  behind. 


HYMNS.  69 

Chorus. 
These  thy  God  ordains  to  bless 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless. 

5  When  thine  olive  plants  increasing, 

Pour  their  plenty  o'er  thy  plain, 
Grateful,  thou  shalt  take  the  blessing 
But  not  search  the  bough  again. 
Chorus.     These,  &c. 

6  When  thy  favoured  vintage  flowing, 

Gladdens  thine  autumnal  scene, 
Own  the  bounteous  hand  bestowing, 
But  thy  vines  the  poor  shall  glean. 
Chorus.     These,  &c. 

7  Still  we  read  thy  word  declaring 

Mercy,  Lord,  thine  own  decree; 
Mercy,  ev'ry  sorrow  sharing, 

Warms  the  heart  resembling  thee. 

8  Still  the  orphan  and  the  stranger, 

Still  the  widow  owns  thy  care, 
Screened  by  thee  in  every  danger, 
Heard  by  thee  in  every  prayer. 

Hallelujah.     Amen. 


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TO  BE  USED  AT  SEA. 

HYMN    118.  (L.  M.) 

LOD  of  the  seas!  thine  awful  voice 
Bids  all  the  rolling  waves  rejoice; 
And  one  soft  word  of  thy  command 
Can  sink  them  silent  on  the  sand. 
£  The  smallest  fish  that  swims  the  seas, 
Sportful,  to  thee  a  tribute  pays; 
And  largest  monsters  of  the  deep, 
At  thy  command,  or  rage  or  sleep. 
3  Thus  is  thy  glorious  power  ador'd 
Among  the  wat'ry  nations,  Lord! 
Yet  men,  who  trace  the  dangerous  waves, 
Forget  the  mighty  God  who  saves ! 

HYMN     119.  (IV.   5.) 

w  Save,  Lord  !  or  we  perish."     Matt.  viii.  25. 
TlfHEN  through  the  torn  sail  the  wild  tempest  is 
streaming,  [gleaming, 

When    o'er    the    dark   wave    the    red    lightning   is 


TO  HYMNS. 

Nor  hope  lends  a  raj  the  poor  seaman  to  cherish, 
We  fly  to  our  Maker:  "Save,  Lord!  or  we  perish." 
£  O  Jesus,  once  rock'd  on  the  breast  of  the  billow, 
Arous'd  by  the  shriek  of  despair  from  thy  pillow, 
Now  seated  in  glory,  the  mariner  cherish, 
Who  cries  in  his  anguish, "  Save,  Lord !  or  we  perish.55 

S  And  O!  when  the  whirlwind  of  passion  is  raging, 
When  sin  in  our  hearts  its  wild  warfare  is  waging, 
Then  send  down  thy  Spirit  thy  ransom5d  to  cherish, 
Rebuke  the  destroyer;  "  Save,  Lord !  or  we  perish. 55 

HYMN  120.  (C.  M.) 

Which  may  be  used  at  Sea  or  on  'LanxL 

1  T  ORD !  for  the  just  thou  dost  provide, 

Thou  art  their  sure  defence: 
Eternal  wisdom  is  their  guide, 
Their  help,  Omnipotence. 

2  Though  they  through  foreign  lands  should  roam, 

And  breathe  the  tainted  air 
In  burning  climates,  far  from  home, 
Yet  thou,  their  God,  art  there. 

S  Thy  goodness  sweetens  ev'ry  soil, 
Makes  every  country  please: 
Thou  on  the  snowy  hills  dost  smile, 
And  smooth5st  the  rugged  seas! 

4  When  waves  on  waves,  to  heaven  uprear'd, 

Defy5d  the  pilot5s  art; 
When  terror  in  each  face  appear5d, 
And  sorrow  in  each  heart; 

5  To  thee  I  rais'd  my  humble  prayer, 

To  snatch  me  from  the  grave! 
I  found  thine  ear  not  slow  to  hear, 
Nor  short  thine  arm  to  save! 

6  Thou  gav5st  the  word — the  winds  did  cease,  I 

The  storms  obey5d  thy  will, 
The  raging  sea  was  hush5d  in  peace, 
And  ev5ry  wave  was  still! 

7  For  this  my  life,  in  every  state, 

A  life  of  praise  shall  be; 
And  death,  when  death  shall  be  my  fate, 
Shall  join  my  soul  to  thee. 


HYMNS.  71 

FOR  THE  SICK. 


HYMN    121.  (L.  M.) 

1  Tl/'HEN  dangers,  woes,  or  death  are  nigh, 

Past  mercies  teach  me  where  to  fly : 
Thine  arm,  Almighty  God,  can  aid, 
When  sickness  grieves,  and  pains  invade. 

2  To  all  the  various  helps  of  art 
Kindly  thy  healing  power  impart; 
Bethesda's  bath  refusM  to  save, 
Unless  an  angel  bless'd  tl^  wave, 

3  All  med'cines  act  by  thy  decree, 
Receive  commission  all  from  thee; 

And  not  a  plant  which  spreads  the  plains, 
But  teems  with  health,  when  Heaven  ordains. 

4  Clay  and  Siloam's  pool,  we  find, 

At  heaveirs  command  restor'd  the  blind; 
And  Jordairs  waters  hence  were  seen 
To  wash  a  Syrian  leper  clean. 

5  But  grant  me  nobler  favours  still, 
Grant  me  to  know  and  do  thy  will; 
Purge  my  foul  soul  from  every  stain, 
And  save  me  from  eternal  pain. 

6  Can  such  a  wretch  for  pardon  sue? 
My  crimes,  my  crimes  arise  in  view, 
Arrest  my  trembling  tongue  in  prayer, 
And  pour  the  horrors  of  despair. 

7  But  thou,  regard  my  contrite  sighs, 
My  tortur'd  breast,  my  streaming  eyes; 
To  me  thy  boundless  love  extend, 

My  God,  my  Father,  and  my  Friend. 
S  These  lovely  names  I  ne?er  could  plead, 

Had  not  thy  Son  vouchsafed  to  bleed; 

His  blood  procures  our  fallen  race 

Admittance  to  the  throne  of  grace. 
9  When  sin  has  shot  its  poison'd  dart, 

And  conscious  guilt  corrodes  the  heart, 

His  blood  is  all-sufficient  found 

To  draw  the  shaft  and  heal  the  wound. 
10  What  arrows  pierce  so  deep  as  sin? 

What  venom  gives  such  pain  within? 

Thou  great  Physician  of  the  soul, 

Rebuke  my  pangs,  and  make  me  whole. 


n  HYMNS. 

11  O !  if  I  trust  thy  sov'reign  skill, 
And  bow  submissive  to  thy  will, 
Sickness  and  death  shall  both  agree 
To  bring  me,  Lord,  at  last  to  thee. 

HYMN   122.  (C.    M.) 

On  Recovery  from  Sickness. 

1  TM^HEN  we  are  rais'd  from  deep  distress^ 

Our  God  deserves  our  song; 
We^take  the  pattern  of  our  praise 
From  Hezekiah's  tongue. 

2  The  gates  of  the  devouring  grave 

Are  open'd  wide  in  vain, 
If  he  that  holds  the  keys  of  death 
Command  them  fast  again. 
5  When  he  but  speaks  the  healing  word, 
Then  no  disease  withstands; 
Fevers  and  plagues  obey  the  Lord, 
And  fly,  as  he  commands. 

4  If  half  the  strings  of  life  should  break, 

He  can  our  frame  restore, 
And  cast  our  sins  behind  his  back, 
And  they  are  found  no  more. 

5  To  him  I  cried,   "  Thy  servant  save, 

"  Thou  ever  good  and  just; 
A<  Thy  power  can  rescue  from  the  grave, 
"Thy  power  is  all  my  trust!" 

6  He  heard,  and  sav'd  my  soul  from  death, 

And  dried  my  falling  tears; 
Now  to  his  praise  I'll  spend  my  breath, 
Through  my  remaining  years. 

HYMN    123.  (L.  M.) 

On  the  same. 

1  llflY  God,  since  thou  hast  raised  me  up* 
1TX  Thee  I'll  extol  with  thankful  voice; 
Restor'd  by  thine  Almighty  pow'r, 

With  fear  before  thee  I'll  rejoice. 

2  With  troubles  worn,  with  pain  oppressed, 

To  thee  I  cry'd,  and  thou  didst  save; 
Thou  didst  support  my  sinking  hopes, 
My  life  didst  rescue  from  the  grave. 


HYMNS.  73 

Wherefore,  ye  saints,  rejoice  with  me, 

With  me  sing  praises  to  the  Lord; 
Call  all  his  goodness  to  your  mind, 

And  all  his  faithfulness  record. 

His  anger  is  but  short:  his  love, 
Which  is  our  life,  hath  certain  stay, 

Grief  may  continue  for  a  night, 
But  joy  returns  with  rising  day. 

Then,  what  I  vow'd  in  my  distress, 

In  happier  hours  I  now  will  give, 
And  strive  that  in  my  grateful  verse, 

His  praises  may  for  ever  live. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  blest  and  undivided  three; 
The  one  sole  giver  of  all  life, 

Glory  and  praise  for  ever  be. 


FUNERALS. 


H1 


HYMN    124.  (C.  M.) 

TEAR  what  the  voice  from  heaven  declare! 
To  those  in  Christ  who  die! 
**  Releas'd  from  all  their  earthly  cares, 
w*  They'll  reign  with  him  on  high." 

Then  why  lament  departed  friends, 

Or  shake  at  death's  alarms  ? 
Death's  but  the  servant  Jesus  sends 

To  call  us  to  his  arms. 

If  sin  be  pardon'd,  we're  secure, 

Death  hath  no  sting  beside; 
The  law  gave  sin  its  strength  and  power; 

But  Christ,  our  ransom,  di$d! 

The  graves  of  all  his  saints  he  bless'd, 

When  in  the  grave  he  lay; 
And,  rising  thence,  their  hopes  he  rai9*d 

To  everlasting  day! 

T^en,  joyfully,  while  life  we  have, 

To  Christ,  our  life,  we'll  sing, 
i%  Where  is  thy  victory,  0  grave  ? 

"  And  where,  0  death,  thy  sting  r" 
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HYMNS. 

HYMN   125.  (C.  M.) 

1  ^^f  HEN  those  we  love  are  snatch'd  away 
By  death's  resistless  hand, 
Our  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay 
That  friendship  must  demand. 

£  While  pity  prompts  the  rising  sigh, 
With  awful  power  imprest; 
May  this  dread  truth,  4i  I  too  must  die, " 
Sink  deep  in  ev'ry  breast. 

3  Let  this  vain  world  allure  no  more; 

Behold  the  op'ning  tomb; 
It  bids  us  use  the  present  hour, — 
To-morrow  death  may  come. 

4  The  voice  of  this  instructive  scene 

May  ev'ry  heart  obey ! 
Nor  be  the  faithful  warning  vain 
Which  calls  to  watch  and  pray. 

5  0  let  us  to  that  Saviour  fly, 

Whose  arm  alone  can  save; 
Then  shall  our  hopes  ascend  on  high, 
And  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 

HYMN   126.  (C.  M.) 

Death  of  a  Young  Person. 

1  1TOW  short  the  race  our  friend  has  run, 

Cut  down  in  all  his  bloom! 
The  course  but  yesterday  begun 
Now  finish'd  in  the  tomb ! 

2  Thou  joyous  youth!  hence  learn  how  soon 

Thy  years  may  end  their  flight: 

Long,  long  before  life's  brilliant  noon 

May  come  death's  gloomy  night. 

3  To  serve  thy  God  no  longer  wait, 

To-day  his  voice  regard; 
To-morrow,  mercy's  open  gate 
May  be  for  ever  barr'd. 

4  And  thus  the  Lord  reveals  his  grace, 

Thy  youthful  love  to  gain — 
The  soul  that  early  seeks  my  face 
Shall  never  seek  in  vain. 


HYMNS. 

HYMN   127.  (L.  M.) 

Death  of  an  Infant. 
4  S  the  sweet  flowT  that  scents  the  morn, 
But  withers  in  the  rising  day; 
Thus  lovely  was  this  infant's  dawn, 

Thus  swiftly  fled  its  life  away. 
It  died  ere  its  expanding  soul 

Had  ever  burnt  with  wrong  desires, 
Had  ever  spurn'd  at  heaven's  control. 

Or  ever  quench'd  its  sacred  lires. 
It  died  to  sin,  it  died  to  cares, 

But  for  a  moment  felt  the  rod: — 
0  mourner!  such,  the  Lord  declares, 
Such  are  the  children  of  our  God ! 


VXIX,    INVITATION  AND  WARNING. 

hymn   128.  (III.  1.) 

1  gJINNERS,  turn,  why  will  ye  die? 

God,  your  Maker,  asks  you  why? 
God,  who  did  your  being  give, 
Made  you  with  himself  to  live; 
He  the  fatal  cause  demands, 
Afcks  the  work  of  his  own  hands; 
Why,  ye  thankless  creatures,  why 
Will  ye  cross  his  love,  and  die? 

2  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die? 
God,  your  Saviour,  asks  you  why? 
He,  who  did  your  souls  retrieve, 
Died  himself  that  ye  might  live. 
Will  you  let  him  die  in  vain  ? 
Crucify  your  Lord  again? 

Why,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  why 
Will  ye  slight  his  grace,  and  die? 

S  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die? 
God,  the  Spirit,  asks  you  why? 
He  who  all  your  lives  hath  strove, 
Woo'd  you  to  embrace  his  love :. 
Will  ye  not  his  grace  receive  ? 
Will  ye  still  refuse  to  live  ? 
O,  ye  dying  sinners,  why, 
Whv  will  ve  for  ever  die  r 


76  HYMNS. 

hymn  129.  (III.  1.) 

1  1TASTEN,  sinner,  to  be  wise; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's*  sun: 
Wisdom,  if  you  still  despise, 
Harder  is  it  to  be  won. 

2  Hasten,  mercy  to  implore; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun; 
Lest  thy  season  should  be  o'er, 
Ere  this  evening's  stage  be  run. 

3  Hasten,  sinner,  to  return; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun; 
Lest  thy  lamp  should  cease  to  burn, 
Ere  salvation's  work  is  done. 

4  Hasten,  sinner,  to  be  blest; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun; 
Lest  perdition  thee  arrest, 
Ere  the  morrow  is  begun. 

HYMN    130.  (II.  3.) 

1  13EACE,  troubled  soul,  whose  plaintive  moan 

Hath  taught  each  scene  the  note  of  wo; 
Cease  thy  complaint,  suppress  thy  groan, 

And  let  thy  tears  forget  to  flow : 
Behold,  the  precious  balm  is  found, 
To  lull  thy  pain,  and  heal  thy  wound. 

2  Come,  freely  come,  by  sin  opprest, 

On  Jesus  cast  thy  weighty  load; 
In  him  thy  refuge  find,  thy  rest, 

Safe  in  the  mercy  of  thy  God : 
Thy  God's  thy  Saviour!  glorious  word! 
0  hear,  believe,  and  bless  the  Lord ! 

HYMN    131.  (S.  M.) 

Rev.  xxii.  17,  20. 

1  npHE  Spirit,  in  our  hearts, 

Is  whisp'ring,  sinner,  come; 
The  Bride,  the  church  of  Christ,  proclaims 
To  all  his  children,  come! 

2  Let  him  that  heareth  say 

To  all  about  him,  come ! 
Let  him  that  thirsts  for  righteousness, 
To  Christ,  the  fountain,  come! 


HYMNS.  77 

5  Yes,  whosoever  will, 

O  let  him  freely  come, 
And  freely  drink  the  stream  of  life; 
'Tis  Jesus  bids  him  come. 

4  Lo  !  Jesus,  who  invites, 

Declares,  I  quickly  come: 
Lord,  even  so  !  I  wait  thy  hour; 
Jesus,  my  Saviour,  come  ! 

HYMN    132.  (C  M.) 

1  X7T3  humble  souls,  approach  your  God 

With  songs  of  sacred  praise, 
For  he  is  good,  supremely  good, 
And  kind  are  all  his  ways. 

2  All  nature  owns  his  guardian  care, 

In  him  we  live  ana  move; 
But  nobler  benefits  declare 
The  wonders  of  his  love. 

5  He  gave  his  Son,  his  only  Son, 

To  ransom  rebel  worms; 
JTis  here  he  makes  his  goodness  known 
In  its  diviner  forms. 

4  To  this  dear  refuge,  Lord,  we  come, 

*Tis  here  our  hope  relies; 
A  safe  defence,  a  peaceful  home, 
When  storms  oi  trouble  rise. 

5  Thine  eye  beholds,  with  kind  regard, 

The  souls  who  trust  in  thee; 
Their  humble  hope  thou  wilt  reward, 
With  bliss  divinely  free. 

6  Great  God,  to  thy  Almighty  love, 

What  honours  shall  we  raise ! 
Not  all  th'  angelic  songs  above 
Can  render  equal  praise. 

X    CHRISTIAN  DUTIES  AND  AFFEC- 
TIONS. 

PRAYER. 
HYMN   133.  (C  M.) 

1    A  PPROACH,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat, 
Where  Jesus  answers  prayer; 
There  humbly  fall  before  his  feet, 
For  none  can  perish  there. 
G  2 


HYMNS. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea, 
With  this  I  venture  nigh; 
Thou  callest  burden'd  souls  to  thee, 
And  such,  0  Lord,  am  I. 

S  Bow'd  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin, 
By  Satan  sorely  pressed. 
By  war  without,  and  fear  within, 
I  come  to  thee  for  rest. 

4  Be  thou  my  shield  and  hiding-place ; 

That,  sheltered  near  thy  side, 
I  may  my  fierce  accuser  face, 

And  tell  him,  "  Thou  hast  died." 

5  0  wondrous  love !  to  bleed  and  die, 

To  bear  the  cross  and  shame, 
That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 
Migrit  plead  thy  gracious  name. 

HYMN   134.  (C.  M.) 

1  pRAYERisthe  soul's  sincere  desire, 

Utter'd  or  unexpress'd; 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire, 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 

The  falling  of  a  tear; 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 

That  infant  lips  can  trv; 
Pray  er?  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  majesty  on  high. 

4  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 

The  Christian's  native  air, 
The  watch-word  at  the  gates  of  death;— 
He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 

5  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice, 

Returning  from  his  ways; 

While  angels  in  their  gongs  rejoice, 

And  cry,  "  Behold,  he  prays!" 

6  In  prayer,  on  earth,  the  saints  are  one; 

They're  one  in  word  and  mind ; 
When  with  the  Father  and  the  Son. 
Sweet  fellowship  they  find. 


HYMNS.  79 


7  0  thou,  by  whom  we  come  to  God, 
The  life,  the  truth,  the  way, 
The  path  of  prayer  thyself  hast  trod; 
Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray! 


O 


REPENTANCE. 

HYMN     135.  (L.  M.) 

THOU  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry, 
Though  all  my  crimes  before  thee  he, 
Behold  them  not  with  angry  look, 
But  blot  their  mem'ry  from  thy  book 

2  Creafce  my  nature  pure  within. 
And  form  my  soul  averse  to  sin: 
Let  thy  good  Spirit  ne'er  depart, 
Nor  hide  thy  presence  from  my  heart. 

3  I  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 
Cast  out  and  banish'd  from  thy  sight: 
Thy  holy  joys,  my  God,  restore, 
And  guard  me  that  I  fall  no  more. 

4  Though  I  have  griev'd  thy  Spirit,  Lord, 
Thy  help  and  comfort  still  afford; 

And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne. 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

5  A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King, 
Is  all  the  sacrifice  I  bring: 

The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  despise 
A  broken  heart  for  sacrifice. 

6  My  soul  lies  humbled  in  the  dust, 
And  own9  thy  dreadful  sentence  just; 
Look  down,  0  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
And  save  the  soul  condemned  to  die. 

7  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways, 
Sinners  shall  learn  thy  sovereign  grace; 
1*11  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 
And  they  shall  praise  a  pard'ning  God. 

8  0  majF  thy  love  inspire  my  tongue, 
Salvation  shall  be  all  my  soncr: 

And  all  my  poyr'rs  shall  join  to  bless 
The  Lord,  my  strength  and  rLiUeousiies*. 


*0  HYMNS. 

HYMN     136.  (L.  M.) 

1  GTAY,  thou  insulted  Spirit,* stav, 

Though  I  have  done  thee  sucn  despite; 
Nor  cast  the  sinner  quite  away, 
Nor  take  thine  everlasting  flight. 

2  Though  I  have  most  unfaithful  been, 

And  long  in  vain  thy  grace  received ; 
Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  seen, 
Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  griev'd; 

3  Yet,  oh!  the  mourning  sinner  spare. 

In  honour  of  my  great  High  Priest; 
Nor  in  thy  righteous  anger  swear, 
T'  exclude  me  from  thy  people's  re<> 

4  My  weary  soul,  O  God,  release; 

Uphold  me  with  thy  gracious  hand; 
Guide  me  into  thy  perfect  peace, 
And  bring  me  to  the  promis'd  land. 

HYMN    137.  (L.  M.) 

1  f\  THAT  my  load  of  sin  were  gone! 

0  that  I  could  at  last  submit, 
At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  it  down ! 
To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feet! 

2  Rest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find; 

Saviour  of  all,  if  mine  thou  art, 
Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 

3  Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  sin, 

And  fully  set  my  spirit  free; 
I  cannot  rest,  till  pure  within, 
Till  I  am  wholly  lost  in  thee. 

4  Fain  would  I  learn  of  thee,  my  God; 

Thy  light  and  easy  burden  prove, 
The  cross,  all  stain'd  with  hallow'd  blood, 
The  labour  of  thy  dying  love. 

5  I  would,  but  thou  must  give  the  pow'r, 

My  heart  from  ev'ry  sin  release; 
Bring  near,  bring  near  the  joyful  hour, 
And  fill  me  with  thy  perfect  peace. 


HYMNS.  31 

HYMN   138.  (C.  M.) 

Penitential  Gratitude. 

1  "O  ISE,  0  my  soul,  the  hours  review, 

When,  aw'd  by  guilt  and  fear, 
To  heaven  for  grace  thou  durst  not  9ue, 
And  found  no  rescue  here: 

2  Thy  tears  are  dry'd,  thy  griefs  are  fled, 

Dispell'd  each  bitter  care; 
For  heaven  itself  has  lent  its  aid 
To  save  thee  from  despair. 

3  Hear,  then,  0  God!  thy  work  fulfil, 

And,  from  thy  mercy's  throne, 
Vouchsafe  me  strength  to  do  thy  will 
And  to  resist  mine  own: 

4  So  shall  my  soul  each  pow'r  employ 

Thy  mercy  to  adore; 
While  heaven  itself  proclaims  with  joy— 
"One  pardon'd  sinner  more!" 


FAITH. 
HYMN  139.  (III.  2.) 

1  T?  OCK  of  ages !  cleft  for  me, 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee; 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 
From  thy  side,  a  healing  flood, 
Be  of  sins  the  double  cure, 
Save  from  wrath,  and  make  me  pure. 

2  Should  my  tears  for  ever  flow, 
Should  my  zeal  no  languor  know, 
This  for  sin  could  not  atone, 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone; 
In  my  hand  no  price  I  bring, 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling. 

3  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  mine  eye-lids  close  in  death, 
When  I  rise  to  worlds  unknown, 
And  behold  thee  on  thy  throne, — 
Rock  of  ages!  cleft  for  me, 

let  me  hide  myself  in  thee  ! 


82  HYMNS, 


F 


HYMN   140.  (L.  M.) 

NAITH  is  the  Christian's  evidence 
Of  things  unseen  by  mortal  eye; 
It  passes  all  the  bounds  of  sense, 
And  penetrates  the  inmost  sky. 

£  Things  absent  it  can  set  in  view. 

And  bring  far  distant  prospects  home  5 
Events  long  past  it  can  renew, 

And  long  foresee  the  things  to  come. 

S  With  strong  persuasion,  from  afar 
The  heavenly  region  it  surveys, 
Embraces  all  the  blessings  there, 
And  here  enjoys  the  promises. 

4  By  faith  a  steady  course  we  steer, 

Through  ruffling  storms  and  swelling  seas, 
Overcome  the  world,  keep  clown  our  fear, 
And  still  possess  our  souls  in  peace. 

5  By  faith,  we  pass  the  vale  of  tears 

Safe  and  serene,  though  oft  distress'd; 
By  faith,  subdue  the  king  of  fears, 
And  go  rejoicing  to  our  rest. 

HYMN  141.  (C<  M.) 

.Rom.  viii.  31—34. 

1  f\  LET  triumphant  faith  dispel 
^  The  fears  of  guilt  and  wo! 
If  God  be  for  us,  God  the  Lord, 

Who,  who  shajl  be  our  foe  ? 

2  He  who  his  only  Son  gave  up 

To  death,  that  we  might  live, 

Shall  he  not  all  things  freely  grant, 

That  boundless  love  can  give ! 

3  Who  now  his  people  shall  accuse  ? 

'Tis  God  hath  justified: 
Who  now  his  people  shall  condemn  ? 
The  Lamb  of  God  hath  died. 

4  And  he  who  died  hath  ris'n  again, 

Triumphant,  from  the  grave: 
At  God's  right  hand  for  us  he  pleads, 
Omnipotent  to  save. 


HYMN 

HYMN   142.  (C.  M.) 

Dead  Faith. 

1  T\ELUDED  souls!  that  dream  of  heaven, 

And  make  their  empty  boast 
Of  inward  joys,  and  sins  forgiv'n, 
While  they  are  slaves  to  lust ! 

2  Vain  are  our  fancies,  vain  our  flights, 

If  faith  be  cold  and  dead; 

None  but  a  living  power  unites 

To  Christ,  the  living  Head. 

3  The  faith  which  new-creates  the  heart, 

And  works  by  active  love, 
Will  bid  all  sinful  joys  depart, 
And  lift  the  thoughts  above. 

4  God  from  the  curse  has  set  us  free 

To  make  us  pure  within; 
Nor  did  he  send  his  Son  to  be 
The  minister  of  sin. 

HYMN   143.  (HI.  1.) 

Christ  our  Refuge. 

1  ¥ESUS,  Saviour  of  my  soul, 

Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  waves  of  trouble  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high: 
Hide  me,  0  my  Saviour,  hide, 

Till  the  storm    of  life    is  past; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide; 

0,  receive  my  soul  at  last ! 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none, 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee : 
Leave,  ah!  leave  me  not  alone, 
Still  support  and  comfort  me: 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stay'd. 

All  my  hope  from  thee  I  bring ; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 
With  the  shadow  of  thv  wing. 

HYMN  144.  (IV.  4.) 

1   ITOW  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 
I*4aid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word ! 
What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he  hath  said, 
You  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  fled: 
i.  -  Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee,  O  be  not  dismay'd, 
"  I,  I  am  thy  God,  and  will  still  ^ive  thee  aid; 


84  HYMNS. 

« I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause  thee  to  stand, 

"  Upheld  by  my  righteous,  omnipotent  hand. 

S  "  When  through  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee  to  go, 

"  The  rivers  of  wo  shall  not  thee  overflow; 

"  For  I  will  be  with  thee  thy  troubles  to  bless, 

"  And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

4  "  When  through  fiery  trials  thy  pathway  shall  lie, 
"  My  grace,  all -sufficient,  shall  be  thy  supply; 

"  The  flame  shall  not  hurt  thee,  I  only  design 
"  Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 

5  "  The  soul  that  to  Jesus  hath  fled  for  repose, 
"  I  will  not,  I  will  not  desert  to  his  foes; 

"  That  soul,  though  all  hell  shall  endeavour  to  shake, 
W  I'll  never — no,  never — no,  never  forsake. " 


HOPE. 


HYMN   145. 

1  "LMSE,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 

Thy  better  portion  trace; 
Rise,  from  transitory  things, 

Tow'rds  heav'n,  thy  destin'd  place: 
Sun  and  moon,  and  stars  decay, 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove; 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 

To  seats  prepar'd  above. 

2  Cease,  my  soul,  O  cease  to  mourn, 

Press  onward  to  the  prize; 
Soon  thy  Saviour  will  return, 

To  take  thee  to  the  skies: 
There,  is  everlasting  peace, 

Rest,  enduring  rest,  in  heaven; 
There,  will  sorrow  ever  cease, 

And  crowns  of  joy  be  giv'n. 

HYMN    146.  (HI.    1.) 

1  /CHILDREN  of  the  heavenly  King, 
^  As  we  journey,  let  us  sing; 
Sing  the  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 

2  We  are  traveling  home  to  God 
la  the  way  the  fathers  trod; 


HYMNS.  85 

"Hiey  are  happy  now,  and  we 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 
S  Banish'd  once,  by  sin  betray'd, 
Christ  our    advocate  was  made; 
Pardon 'd  now,  no  more  we  roam, 
Christ  conducts  us  to  our  home. 

4  Lord,  obediently  we'll  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below; 
Onlv  thou  our  leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  thee. 

HYMN    147.  (C.  M.) 

1  \\r HEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear 

To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I'll  bid  farewell  to  ev'ry  fear. 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 

And  fiery  darts  be  hurl'd, 
Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 

5  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 

Let  storms  of  sorrow  fall; 
So  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  Gflfl,  my  heaven,  my  all: 

4  There,  anehor'd  safe,  my  weary  soul 

Shall  find  eternal  rest; 
Nor  storms  shall  beat,  nor  billows  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 

JOY. 

HYMN     148.  (C.   M.) 

1  TOY  is  a  fruit  that  will  not  grow 

In  nature's  barren  soil; 
All  we  can  boast,  till  Christ  we  know, 
Is  vanity  and  toil. 

2  A  bleeding  Saviour,  seen  by  faith, 

A  sense  of  pardoning  love, 
A  hope  that  triumphs  over  death, — 
Give  joys  like  those  above. 

5  These  are  the  joys  which  satisfj 

And  purify  the  mind; 
Which  make  the  spirit  mount  on  high, 
And  leave  the  world  behind. 
H 


86  HYMNS. 

4  No  more,  believer,  mourn  thy  lot, 
O,  thou  who  art  the  Lord's, 
Resign  to  those  who  know  him  not, 
Such  joy  as  earth  affords. 

HYMN    149.  (s.  M.) 

1  £}OME,  ye  that  love  the  Lord, 

And  let  your  joys  be  knownj 

Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 

And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

2  Let  those  refuse  to  sing 

That  never  knew  our  God, 
But  children  of  the  heavenly  King 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

3  The  God  of  heaven  is  ours, 

Our  Father  and  our  love; 
His  care  shall  guard  life's  fleeting  hours, 
Then  waft  our  souls  above. 

4  There  shall  we  see  his  face, 

And  never,  never  sin; 
There,  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace, 
Drink  endless  pleasures  in. 

5  Yes,  and  before  we  rise 

To  that  immortal  state, 
The  thoughts  of  such  amazing  bliss 
Should  constant  joys  create. 

6  Children  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below : 
Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground, 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 

7  The  hill  of  Sion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 
Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields, 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

8  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

And  ev'ry  tear  be  dryf 
We're  traveling  through  Immanuel's  ground, 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 

LOVE. 

HYMN~150.  (III.  3.) 

1  T  ORD,  with  glowing  heart  I'd  praise  thee 
For  the  bliss  thy  love  bestows; 


HYMNS.  87 

For  the  pard'ning  grace  that  saves  me? 

And  the  peace,  that  from  it  flows: 
Help,  0  God,  my  weak  endeavour; 

This  dull  soul  to  rapture  raise: 
Thou  must  light  the  flame,  or  never 

Can  my  love  be  warm'd  to  praise. 

2  Praise,  my  soul,  the  God  that  sought  thee, 

Wretched  wand'rer,  far  astray; 
Found  thee  lost,  and  kindly  brought  thee 

From  the  paths  of  death  away: 
Praise,  with  love's  devoutest  feeling, 

Him  who  saw  thy  guilt-born  fear, 
And,  the  light  of  hope  revealing, 

Bade  the  blood-stairrd  cross  appear. 

3  Lord,  this  bosom's  ardent  feeling 

Vainly  would  my  lips  express: 
Low  before  thy  footstool  kneeling, 

Deign  thy  suppliant's  prayer  to  bless: 
Let  thy  grace,  my  soul's  chief  treasure, 

Love's  pure  flame  within  me  raise; 
And,  since  words  can  never  measure, 

Let  my  life  show  forth  thy  praise* 

HYMN    151.  (HL   1.) 

1  T  ORD,  my  God,  I  long  to  know, 

Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought; 
Do  I  love  thee,  Lord,  or  no  ? 
Am  I  thine,  or  am  I  not  ? 

2  Could  my  heart  so  hard  remain, 

Prayer  a  task  and  burden  prove, 
Any  duty  give  me  pain, 
If  I  knew  a  Saviour's  love? 

3  When  I  turn  mine  eyes  within, 

0  how  dark,  and  vain,  and  wild ! 
Prone  to  unbelief  and  sin. 

Can  I  deem  myself  thy  child  ? 

4  Yet  I  mourn  my  stubborn  will, 

Find  my  sin  a  grief  and  thrall: 
Should  I  grieve  for  what  I  feel, 
If  I  did  not  love  at  all  ? 


88  HYMNS. 

5  Could  I  love  thy  saints  to  meet, 

Choose  the  ways  I  once  abhorr'd, 
Find  at  times  the  promise  sweet, 
If  I  did  not  love  thee,  Lord  ? 

6  Saviour!  let  me  love  thee  more, 

If  I  love  at  ail,  I  pray: 
If  I  have  not  lov'd  before, 
Help  me  to  begin  to-day. 


PRAISE. 

HYMN     152. 

1  ^T*HE  God  of  Abraham  praise, 

Who  reigns  enthron'd  above; 
Ancient  of  everlasting  days, 

And  God  of  love ; 
Jehovah,  Great  I  AM, 

By  earth  and  heaven  confessed ; 
I  bow,  and  bless  the  sacred  name 

For  ever  bless'd. 

2  The  God  of  Abraham  praise, 

At  whose  supreme  command 
From  earth  I  rise,  and  seek  the  joys 

At  his  right  hand : 
I  all  on  earth  forsake, 

Its  wisdom,  fame  and  pow'r ; 
And  him  my  only  portion  make, 

My  shield  and  tow'r. 

3  He  by  himself  hath  sworn, 

I  on  his  oath  depend, 
I  shall,  on  angel  wings  upborne, 

To  heaven  ascend : 
I  shall  behold  his  face, 

I  shall  his  power  adore, 
And  sing  the  wonders  of  his  grace 

For  evermore. 

4  There  dwells  the  Lord,  our  King, 

The  Lord,  our  righteousness, 
Triumphant  o'er  the  world  and  sin, 
The  Prince  of  peace; 


HYMNS.  89 

On  Zion's  sacred  height 

His  kingdom  he  maintains, 
And,  glorious,  with  his  saints  in  light, 

For  ever  reigns. 

5  The  God  who  reigns  on  high 

The  great  archangels  sing; 
And,   "  Holy,  Holy,  Holy,"  cry, 

"  Almighty  King, 
u  Who  was,  and  is  the  same, 

44  And  evermore  shall  be, 
u  Jehovah,  Father,  Great  I  AM ! 

"  We  worship  thee." 

6  The  whole  triumphant  host 

Give  thanks  to  God  on  high; 
Hail,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

They  ever  cry : 
Hail  Abraham's  God  and  mine, 

I  join  the  heavenly  lays; 
All  might  and  majesty  are  thine, 

And  endless  praise. 

HYMN    153.  (IV.  3.) 

Psalm  c. 

1  DE  joyful  in  God,  all  ye  lands  of  the  earth, 
*~*  0  serve  him  with  gladness  and  fear; 
Exult  in  his  presence  with  music  and  mirth, 

With  love  and  devotion  draw  near. 

2  For  Jehovah  is  God, — and  Jehovah  alone, 

Creator  and  ruler  o'er  all ; 
And  we  are  his  people,  his  sceptre  we  own ; 
His  sheep,  and  we  follow  his  call. 

3  O  enter  his  gates  with  thanksgiving  and  song, 

Your  vows  in  his  temple  proclaim ; 
His  praise  with  melodious  accordance  prolong, 
And  bless  his  adorable  name. 

4  For  good  is  the  Lord,  inexpressibly  good, 

And  we  are  the  work  of  his  hand ; 
His  mercy  and  truth  from  eternity  stood, 
And  shall  to  eternity  stand. 

HYMN   154.  (L.  M.) 

Psalm  c. 
1  T3EF0RE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
Ye  nations,  bow  with  sacred  joy; 
H  2 


90  HYMNS. 

Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone; 
He  can  create,  and  he  destroy. 

2  His  sov' reign  pow'r,  without  our  aid, 
Made  us  of  clay,  and  form'd  us  men ; 
And  when  like  wand'ring  sheep  we  stray'd, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  We  are  his  people,  we  his  care, 
Our  souls,  and  all  our  mortal  frame: 
What  lasting  honours  shall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name  ? 

4  We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  songs, 
High  as  the  heaven  our  voices  raise ; 

And  earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues. 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  sounding  praise. 

5  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command, 
Vast  as  eternity  thy  love; 

Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  must  stand, 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. 

HYMN    155.  (III.    1.) 

Songs  of  Praise. 
1    £SONGS  of  praise  the  angels  sang; 
Heaven  with  hallelujahs  rang, 
When  Jehovah's  work  begun, 
When  he  spake  and  it  was  done. 
9.  Songs  of  praise  awoke  the  morn, 
When  the  Prince  of  peace  was  born; 
Songs  of  praise  arose,  when  he 
Captive  led  captivity. 

3  Heaven  and  earth  must  pass  away ; 
Songs  of  praise  shall  crown  that  day : 
God  will  make  new  heavens  and  earth: 
So7igs  of  praise  shall  hail  their  birth. 

4  And  shall  man  alone  be  dumb 
Till  that  glorious  kingdom  come  ? 
No; — the  church  delights  to  raise 
Psalms  and  hymns,  and  songs  of  praise. 

5  Saints  below,  with  heart  and  voice, 
Still  in  so?igs  of  praise  rejoice; 
Learning  here  by  faith  and  love, 
Songs  of  praise  to  sing  above. 

6  Borne  upon  their  latest  breath 
So7igs  of  praise  shall  conquer  death; 


HYMNS  91 

Then,  amidst  eternal  joy, 

Songs  of  praise  their  powers  employ. 


CONTENTMENT. 


HYMN   156.  (C.  M.) 

1  "pATHER,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 

Thy  sov'reign  will  denies, 
Accepted  at  thy  throne,  let  this, 
My  humble  pray'r  arise — 

2  Give  me  a  calm  and  thankful  heart, 

From  every  murmur  tree; 
The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 
And  make  me  live  to  thee: 

3  Let  the  sweet  hope  that  thou  art  mine 

My  life  and  death  attend, 
Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine, 
And  crown  my  journey's  end. 

HYMN   157.  (L.  M.) 

1  TJE  still,  my  heart!  these  anxiou«  caret 

To  thee  are  burdens,  thorns,  and  j-narts; 
They  cast  dishonour  on  thy  Lord, 
And  contradict  his  gracious  word. 

2  Brought  safely  by  his  hand  thus  far, 
Why  wilt  thou  now  give  place  to  fear? 
How  canst  thou  want  if  he  provide, 
Or  lose  thy  way  with  such  a  guide? 

S   When  first  before  his  mercy-seat, 
Thou  didst  to  him  thy  all  commit; 
He  gave  thee  warrant  from  that  hour, 
To  trust  his  wisdom,  love,  and  power. 


4  Did  ever  trouble  yet  befall, 
And  he  refuse  to  hear  thy  call? 
And  has  he  not  his  promise  past, 
That  thou  shalt  overcome  at  last  ? 


M  HYMNS. 

5  Though  rough  and  thorny  be  the  road, 
It  leads  thee  home  apace  to  God; 
Then  count  thy  present  trials  small, 
For  heaven  will  make  amends  for  all. 


IN  AFFLICTION. 

HYMN   158.  (C.  M.) 

1    ITEAR,  gracious  God!  my  humble  moan, 
To  thee  I  breathe  my  sighs; 
When  will  the  mournful  night  be  gone? 
When  shall  my  joys  arise? 
£  Yet,  though  my  soul  in  darkness  mourns, 
Thy  promise  is  my  stay; 
Here  would  I  rest  till  light  returns: 
Thy  presence  makes  my  day. 
5  Come,  Lord,  and  with  celestial  peace 
Relieve  my  aching  heart; 
O  smile,  and  bid  my  sorrows  cease, 
And  all  their  gloom  depart. 
4  Then  shall  my  drooping  spirit  rise, 
And  bless  thy  healing  rays, 
And  change  these  deep  complaining  sighs 
For  songs  of  sacred  praise. 

HYMN    159.  (II.  3.) 

Psalm  xlii.  1 — 5. 
1    AS,  panting  in  the  sultry  beam, 

The  hart  desires  the  cooling  stream, 

So  to  thy  presence,  Lord,  I  flee, 

So  longs  my  soul,  0  God,  for  thee; 

Athirst  to  taste  thy  living  grace, 

And  see  thy  glory,  face  to  face. 
%  But  rising  griefs  distress  my  soul, 

And  tears  on  tears  successive  roll; 

For  many  an  evil  voice  is  near, 

To  chide  my  wo,  and  mock  my  fear; 

And  silent  mem'ry  weeps  alone 

O'er  hours  of  peace  and  gladness  flown. 
3  For  I  have  walked  the  happy  round 

That  'circles  Zion's  holy  ground, 


HYMNS.  9S 

And  gladly  swell'd  the  choral  lay 9, 
That  nymn'd  my  great  Redeemer's  praise, 
What  time  the  hallow'd  arches  rung 
Responsive  to  the  solemn  song. 
4  Ah,  why,  by  passing  clouds  opprest, 

Should  vexing  thoughts  distract  thy  breast? 
Turn,  turn  to  Him,  in  ev'ry  pain, 
Whom  suppliants  never  sought  in  vain— 
Thy  strength,  in  joy's  extatic  day, 
Thy  hope,  when  joy  has  pass'd  away. 

HYMN  160.  (H.    3.) 

A  compassionate  High  Priest.     Hebrews  iv.  15. 

1  "Vlf  HEN  gath'ring  clouds  around  I  view, 

And  days  are  dark,  and  friends  are  few, 
On  him  I  lean,  who,  not  in  vain, 
Experienc'd  ev'ry  human  pain; 
He  feels  my  griefs,  he  sees  my  fears, 
And  counts  and  treasures  up  my  tears. 

2  If  aught  should  tempt  my  soul  to  stray 
From  heavenly  wisdom's  narrow  way, 
To  fly  the  good  I  would  pursue, 

Or  do  the  ill  I  would  not  do; 

Still  he,  who  felt  temptation's  pow'r, 

Shall  guard  me  in  that  dang'rous  hour. 

3  When  vexing  thoughts  within  me  rise, 
And,  sore  dismay'd,  my  spirit  dies; 
Then  he,  who  once  vouchsaf 'd  to  bear 
The  sick'ning  anguish  of  despair, 
Shall  sweetly  soothe,  shall  gently  dry 
The  throbbing  heart,  the  streaming  eye. 

4  When  sorrowing  o'er  some  stone  I  bend, 
Which  covers  all  that  was  a  friend, 
And  from  his  voice,  his  hand,  his  smile, 
Divides  me  for  a  little  while; 

Thou,  Saviour,  seest  the  tears  I  shed, 
For  thou  did'st  weep  o'er  Laz'rus  dead. 

5  And,  oh !  when  I  have  safelv  past 
Through  ev'ry  conflict  but  the  last, 
Still,  still  unchanging,  watch  beside 
My  bed  of  death — for  thou  hast  died: 
Then  point  to  realms  of  endless  day, 
And  wipe  the  latest  tear  away. 


94  HYMNS. 

HYMN     161.  (L.  M.) 

Sanctified  Affliction. 

1  J  ORD  !  unafflicted,  undismay'd, 

In  pleasure's  path  how  long  I  stray'd, 
But  thou  hast  made  me  feel  thy  rod ! 
And  turn'd  my  soul  to  thee,  my  God. 

2  What  though  it  pierc'd  my  fainting  heart, 
I  bless  thy  hand    that  caus'd  the  smart; 
It  taught  my  tears  awhile  to  flew, 

But  sav'd  me  from  eternal  wo  ! 

3  O,  hadst  thou  left  me  unchastis'd, 
Thy  precepts  I  had  still  despis'd, 
And  still  the  snare  in  secret  laid 
Had  my  unwary  feet  be  tray 'd. 

4  I  love  thy  chast'nings,  O  my  God, 
They  fix  my  hopes  on  thy  abode; 
Where,  in  thy  presence  fully  blest, 
Thy  stricken  saints  for  ever  rest. 

DAILY  DEVOTION. 


HYMN    162.  (II.  3.) 

Daily  Dependance. 
TMJTHEN,  streaming  from  the  eastern  skies, 

The  morning  light  salutes  mine  eyes, 
O  Sun  of  righteousness  divine, 
On  me  with  beams  of  mercy  shine; 
Chase  the  dark  clouds  of  sin  away, 
And  turn  my  darkness  into  day. 
When  to  heaven's  great  and  glorious  King 
My  morning  sacrifice  I  bring; 
And,  mourning  o'er  my  guilt  and  shame, 
Ask  mercv,  Saviour,  in  thy  name; 
My  conscience  sprinkle  with  thy  blood, 
And  be  my  advocate  with  God. 
As  ev'ry  day  thy  mercy  spares 
Will  bring  its  trials  and  its  cares; 
O  Saviour,  till  my  life  shall  end, 
Be  thou  my  counsellor  and  friend: 
Teach  me  thy  precepts,  all  divine, 
And  be  thy  pure  example  mine. 


HYMNS.  95 

4  When  pain  transfixes  ev'ry  part, 
Or  langour  settles  at  the  heart; 
When  on  my  bed,  diseas'd,  oppressed, 
I  turn,  and  sigh,  and  long  for  rest; 

O  great  Physician !  see  my  grief, 
And  grant  thy  servant  sweet  relief. 

5  Should  poverty's  destructive  blow 
Lay  all  my  worldly  comforts  low; 
And  neither  help  nor  hope  appear, 
My  steps  to  guide,  my  heart  to  cheer; 
Lord,  pity  and  supply  my  need, 

For  thou,  on  earth,  wast  poor  indeed. 

6  Should  Providence  profusely  pour 
Its  varied  blessings  in  my  store; 

O  keep  me  from  the  ills  that  wait    • 
On  such  a  seeming  prosp'rous  state: 
From  hurtful  passions  set  me  free, 
And  humbly  may  I  walk  with  thee. 

7  When  each  day's  scenes  and  labours  close, 
And  weary'd  nature  seeks  repose, 

With  pard'ning  mercy  richly  bless'd, 
Guard  me,  my  Saviour,  while  I  rest: 
And,  as  each  morning  sun  shall  rise, 
O  lead  me  onward  to  the  skies. 

8  And,  at  my  life's  last  setting  sun, 
My  conflicts  o'er,  my  labours  done, 
Jesus,  thy  heavenly  radiance  shed, 
To  cheer  and  bless  my  dying  bed; 
And,  from  death's  gloom  my  spirit  raise, 
To  see  thy  face  and  sing  thy  praise. 

HYMN    163.  (L.  M.) 

"  /  have  set  God  always  before  me.1*     Ps.  xvi.  9. 

1  CAVIOUR!  when  night  involves  the  skie*, 
My  soul,  adoring,  turns  to  thee! 
Thee,  self-abas'd  in  mortal  guise, 
And  wrapt  in  shades  of  death  for  me. 

%  On  thee  my  waking  raptures  dwell, 

When  crimson  gleams  the  east  adorn, 
Hiee,  victor  of  the  grave  and  hell; 
Thee,  source  of  life's  eternal  morn. 


96  HYMNS. 

3  When  noon  her  throne  in  light  arrays, 

To  thee,  my  soul  triumphant  springs; 
Thee,  thron'd  in  glory's  endless  blaze, 
Thee,  Lord  of  lords,  and  King  of  kings. 

4  O'er  earth,  when  shades  of  ev'ning  steal, 

To  death  and  thee  my  thoughts  I  give; 
To  death,  whose  pow'r  I  soon  must  feel, 
To  thee,  with  whom  I  trust  to  live. 

HYMN    164-  (L.   M.) 

Morning  Hymn. 

1  4  WAKE,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 

Thy  daily  course  of  duty  run; 
Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  early  rise 
To  pay  thy  morning  sacrifice. 

2  Redeem  Ay  mispent  time  that's  past; 
Live  this  day,  as  if  'twere  thy  last: 
T'  improve  thy  talents  take  aue  care; 
'Gainst  the  great  day  thyself  prepare. 

5  Let  all  thy  converse  be  sincere, 

Thy  conscience  as  the  noon-day  clear: 
Think  how  the  all-seeing  God,  thy  ways 
And  all  thy  secret  thoughts  surveys. 

4  Wake,  and  lift  up  thyself,  my  heart, 
And  with  the  angels  bear  thy  part; 
Who  all  night  long  unwearied  sing, 
Glory  to  thee,  eternal  King. 

5  I  wake,  I  wake,  ye  heavenly  choir; 
May  your  devotion  me  inspire; 
That  I  like  you  my  age  may  spend, 
Like  you  may  on  my  God  attend. 

6  May  I  like  you  in  God  delight, 
Have  all  day  long  my  God  in  sight; 
Perform  like  you  my  Maker's  will: 
O!  may  I  never  more  do  ill. 

7  Glory  to  thee,  who  safe  hast  kept, 
And  hast  refresh'd  me  while  I  slept: 
Grant,  Lord,  when  I  from  death  snail  wake, 
I  may  of  endless  life  partake. 

8  Lord,  I  my  vows  to  thee  renew; 
8catter  my  sins  as  morning  dew; 

Guard  my  first  spring  of  thought  and  will, 
And  with  thyself  my  spirit  fill. 


MN8.  9T 

,  control,  suggest  this  day, 
All  I  design,  or  do,  or  say, 
That  all  my  pow'rs,  with  all  their  might, 
In  thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 

0  Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow, 
Praise  him,  all. creatures  here  below: 
Praise  him  above,  y'  angelic  host; 
Praise  Father,  Son.  and  Holy  Ghost. 

HYMN  165.  (l.  M.) 

Morning. 

1  A  RISE,  my  soul  !  with  rapture  rise  ! 

And,  filPd  with  love  and  fear,  adore 
The  awful  Sovereign  of  the  skies, 

Whose  mercy  lends  me  one  day  more. 
£  And  may  this  day,  indulgent  Power! 
Not  idly  pass,  nor  fruitless  be; 
But  may  each  swiftly  flying  hour 
Still  nearer  bring  my  soul  to  Thee  ! 
S  But  can  it  be?  that  Power  divine 

Is  thron'd  in  light's  unbounded  blaze; 
And  countless  worlds  and  angels  join 
To  swell  the  glorious  song  of  praise: 

4  And  will  he  deign  to  lend  an  ear, 

When  I,  poor  abject  mortal,  pray? 

Yes,  boundless  goodness  !  he  will  hear, 

Nor  cast  the  meanest  wretch  away. 

5  Then  let  me  serve  thee  all  my  days, 

And  may  my  zeal  with  years  increase: 
For  pleasant,  Lord,  are  all  thy  ways. 
And  all  thy  paths  are  paths  of  peace. 

HYMN    166.  (C.  M.) 

Morning. 

1  ^PO  thee  let  my  first  offerings  rise, 

Whose  sun  creates  the  day, 
Swift  as  his  gladd'ning  influence  flies, 
And  spotless  as  his  ray. 

2  This  day,  thy  fav'ring  hand  be  nigh, 

So  oft  vouchsaf 'd  before; 
Still  may  it  lead,  protect,  supply, 
And  I  that  hand  adore 
I 


98  HFMNS. 

5  If  bliss  thy  providence  impart, 
For  which,  resign'd,  I  pray, 
Give  me  to  feel  a  cheerful  heart, 
And  grateful  homage  pay. 

4  Affliction  should  thy  love  intend, 

As  vice  or  folly's  cure, 
Patient  to  gain  that  gracious  end, 
May  I  the  means  endure. 

5  Be  this  and  every  future  day 

Still  wiser  than  the  past, 
And  when  I  all  my  life  survey, 
May  grace  sustain  at  last. 

HYMN    167.  (III.    1.) 

Morning. 

1  TITOW  the  shades  of  night  are  gone: 

Now  the  morning  light  is  come; 
Lord,  may  we  be  thine  to-day, 
Drive  the  shades  of  sin  away. 

2  Fill  our  souls  with  heavenly  light, 
Banish  doubt  and  clear  our  sight; 
In  thy  service,  Lord,  to-day, 
May  we  labour,  watch  and  pray. 

3  Keep  our  haughty  passions  bound; 
Save  us  from  our  foes  around; 
Going  out  and  coming  in 

Keep  us  safe  from  ev'ry  sin. 

4  When  our  work  of  life  is  past, 
O  receive  us  then  at  last; 
Night  and  sin  will  be  no  more, 
When  we  reach  the  heavenly  shore. 

HYMN    168.  (L.  M.) 

Evening  Hymn. 

1  rjJXORY  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
^^  For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light: 
Keep  me,  0  keep  me,  King  of  kings, 
Under  thine  own  Almighty  wings. 

2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son, 
The  ills  that  I  this  day  have  done; 
That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed; 


HYMNS.  m 

Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 
Triumphiiig  rise  at  the  last  day. 

4  O  may  my  soul  on  thee  repose, 

And  with  iweet  sleep  mine  eyelids  close: 
Sleep,  that  may  me  more  vig'rous  make, 
To  serve  my  God,  when  I  awake. 

5  When  in  the  night  I  sleepless  lie, 

My  soul  with  heavenly  thoughts  supply: 
Let  no  ill  dreams  disturb  my  rest, 
No  powers  of  darkness  me  molest 

6  0  when  shall  I,  in  endless  day, 
For  ever  chase  dark  sleep  away, 
And  hymns  divine  with  angels  sing, 
Glory  to  thee,  eternal  King! 

7  Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow, 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below; 
Praise  him  above,  y'  angelic  host; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost 

HYMN  169.  (L.  M.) 

Evening. 

1  {2-RE  AT  God  I  to  thee  my  evening  song 

With  humble  gratitude  I  raise: 

0  let  thy  mercy  tune  my  tongue, 
And  fill  my  heart  with  lively  praise 

2  My  days  unclouded  as  they  pass, 

And  ev'ry  onward  rolling  hour, 
Are  monuments  of  wondrous  grace, 
And  witness  to  thy  love  and  power. 

3  And  yet  this  thoughtless,  wretched  heart. 

Too  oft  regardless  of  thy  love, 
Ungrateful,  can  from  thee  depart* 
And  from  the  path  of  duty  rove. 

4  Seal  my  forgiveness  in  the  blood 

Of  Christ  my  Lord;  his  name  alone 

1  plead  for  pardon,  gracious  God, 
And  kind  acceptance  at  thy  throne. 


100  HYMNS. 

5  With  hope  in  him  mine  eyelids  close, 
With  sleep  refresh  my  feeble  frame; 
Safe  in  thy  care  may  I  repose, 

And  wake  with  praises  to  thy  Name. 

HYMN    170.  (c.  M.) 

Evening. 

1  TVOW  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts, 

Let  flames  of  love  arise; 
Assist  us,  Lord,  to  offer  up 
Our  ev'ning  sacrifice. 

2  Minutes  and  mercies  multiply'd, 

Have  made  up  all  this  day; 
Minutes  came  quick,  but  mercies  were 
More  swift,  more  free  than  they. 

3  New  time,  new  favours,  and  new  joys, 

Do  a  new  song  require; 
Till  we  shall  praise  thee  as  we  would. 
Accept  our  hearts  desire. 

HYMN   171.  (S.  M.) 

Evening. 

1  npHE  day  is  past  and  gone; 

The  evening  shades  appear; 
O  may  we  all  remember  well 
The  night  of  death  draws  near. 

2  We  lay  our  garments  by, 

Upon  our  beds  to  rest; 
So  death  shall  soon  disrobe  us  all 
Of  what  is  here  possest. 

3  Lord,  keep  us  safe  this  night 

Secure  from  all  our  fears; 
May  angels  guard  us  while  we  sleep, 
Till  morning  light  appears. 

HYMN   172.  (HI.   1.) 

•  Psalm  cxli.  2. 
1  OOFTLY  now  the  light  of  day 
Fades  upon  my  sight  away; 
Free  from  care,  from  labour  free, 
Lord,  I  would  commune  with  thee! 


HYMNS.  101 

2  Thou,  whose  all-pervading  eye 

Nought  escapes,  without,  within, 
Pardon  each  infirmity. 

Open  fault,  and  secret  sin. 

3  Soon,  for  me,  the  light  of  day 
Shall  for  ever  pass  away; 
Then,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Take  me,  Lord,  to  dwell  with  thee! 

4  Thou  who,  sinless,  yet  hast  known 

All  of  man's  infirmity; 
Then,  from  thine  eternal  throne, 
Jesus,  look  with  pitying  eye. 

hymn  173.         (IV.  2.) 
Evening. 

1  TNSPIRER  and  hearer  of  prayer, 

Thou  shepherd  and  guardian  of  thine, 
My  all  to  thy  covenant  care 
I,  sleeping  or  waking,  resign. 

2  If  thou  art  my  shield  and  my  sun, 

The  night  is  no  darkness  to  me; 
And,  fast  as  my  minutes  roll  on, 
They  bring  me  but  nearer  to  thee. 

3  A  sovereign  protector  I  have, 

Unseen,  jet  for  ever  at  hand; 
Unchangeably  faithful  to  save, 
Almighty  to  rule  and  command. 

4  His  smiles  and  his  comforts  abound, 

His  grace,  as  the  dew,  shall  descend; 
And  walls  of  salvation  surround 
The  soul  he  delights  to  defend. 


X.    THE  CHRISTIAN  LIFE. 


HYMN     174.  (C.  M.) 

Renoimcing  the  TVorld. 

f  ET  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue, 

It  has  no  charms  for  me; 
Once  I  admird  its  follies  too, 
But  grace  has  set  me  free. 
I  2 


102  HY\J 

2  Those  follies  now  no  longer  please, 

No  more  delight  afford; 
Far  from  my  heart  be  joys  like  these. 
Now  I  have  known  the  Lord. 

3  As  by  the  light  of  op'ning  day 

The  stars  are  all  conceal'd, 
So  earthly  pleasures  fade  away 
When  Jesus  is  reveal'd. 

4  Creatures  no  more  divide  my  choice, 

I  bid  them  all  depart; 
His  name,  and  love,  and  gracious  voice 
6 hall  fix  my  roving  heart. 

5  Now,  Lord,  I  would  be  thine  alone, 

And  wholly  live  to  thee: 
Yet  worthless  still,  myself  I  own, 
Thy  worth  is  all  my  plea. 

HYMN    175.  (L.   M.) 

Not  ashamed  of  Christ. 

1    TESUS!  and  shall  it  ever  be, 

A  mortal  man  asham'd  of  thee! 
Asham'd  of  thee,  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days! 

£  Asham'd  of  Jesus !  sooner  far 
Let  night  disown  each  radiant  star; 
'Tis  midnight  with  my  soul,  till  he, 
Bright  morning  Star,  bid  darkness  flee. 

5  Asham'd  of  Jesus!  0,  as  soon 
Let  morning  blush  to  own  the  sun; 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

4  Asham'd  of  Jesus!  that  dear  friend 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend! 
No;  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

5  Asham'd  of  Jesus !   empty  pride ! 
I'll  boast  a  Saviour  crucified; 
And,  O,  may  this  my  portion  be, 
My  Saviour  not  asham'd  of  me! 

HYMN    176.  (S.  M.*) 

Prayer  for  Christian  Graces. 
1    TESUS,  my  strength,  my  hope, 
On  thee  I  cast  my  care, 


HYMNS  10S 

With  humble  confidence  look  up, 

And  know  thou  hear'st  my  prayer: 

Give  me  on  thee  to  wait, 

Till  I  can  all  things  do; 
On  thee,  almighty  to  create. 

Almighty  to  renew. 

2  I  want  a  sober  mind. 
A  self-renouncing  will, 

That  tramples  down  and  casts  behind 

The  baits  of  pleasing  ill : 

A  soul  inur'd  to  pain,  % 

To  hardship,  grief,  and  loss; 
Ready  to  take  up  and  sustain 

The  consecrated  cross. 

3  I  want  a  godly  fear, 

A  quick,  discerning  eye, 
That  looks  to  thee  when  sin  is  near, 

And  sees  the  tempter  fly; 

A  spirit  still  prepared, 

And  arm'd  with  jealous  care, 
For  ever  standing  on  its  guard, 

And  watching  unto  prayer. 

4  I  want  a  heart  to  pray, 
To  pray  and  never  cease, 

Never  to  murmur  at  thy  stay, 

Or  wish  my  sufferings  less; 

This  blessing,  above  all, 

Always  to  pray  I  want, 
Out  of  the  deep  on  thee  to  call, 

And  never,  never  faint. 

5  I  want  a  true  regard, 
A  single,  steady  aim, 

Unmov'd  by  threat'ning  or  reward, 

To  thee  and  thy  great  name; 

A  jealous,  just  concern 

For  thine  immortal  praise; 
A  pure  desire  that  all  may  learn 

And  glorify  thy  grace. 

6  I  re^t  upon  thy  word. 
The  promise  is  for  me; 

My  -uccour  and  salvation,  Lord, 
Shall  surely  come  from  thee; 


104  HYMNS. 

But  let  me  still  abide, 
Nor  from  my  hope  remove, 
Till  thou  my  patient  spirit  guide 
Into  thy  perfect  love. 

HYMN     177.  (HI.  3.) 

Prayer  for  Guidance. 

1  {^.UIDE  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah, 

Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land; 
I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty; 
Hold  me  with  thy  pow'rful  hand. 

2  Open  now  the  crystal  fountains 

Whence  the  living  waters  flow; 
Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through. 

3  Feed  me  with  the  heavenly  manna 

In  this  barren  wilderness; 
Be  my  sword,  and  shield,  and  banner; 
Be  the  Lord  my  righteousness. 

4  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside; 
Death  of  death,  and  hell's  destruction, 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side. 

HYMN   178.  (L.  M.) 

Following  the  Example  of  Christ. 

1  "VlfHENE'ER  the  angry  passions  rise, 

And  tempt  our  thoughts  or  tongues  to  strife, 
To  Jesus  let  us  lift  our  eyes, 
Bright  pattern  of  the  Christian  life. 

2  O  how  benevolent  and  kind ! 
How  mild,  how  ready  to  forgive ! 
Be  this  the  temper  of  our  mind, 
And  these  the  rules  by  which  we  live. 

5  To  do  his  heavenly  Father's  will 
Was  his  employment  and  delight; 
Humility  and  holy  zeal 
Shone  through  his  life  divinely  bright. 

4  Dispensing  good  where'er  he  came, 
The  labours  of  his  life  were  love ; 
Then,  if  we  bear  the  Saviour's  name, 
By  his  example  let  us  move. 


HYMNS.  105 

5  But,  ah!  how  blind,  how  weak  we  are! 
How  frail,  how  apt  to  turn  aside ! 
Lord,  we  depend  upon  thy  care; 

We  ask  thy  Spirit  tor  our  guide. 

6  Thy  fair  example  may  we  trace, 
To  teach  us  what  we  ought  to  be; 

Make  us,  by  thy  transforming  grace,  t 

O  Saviour,  daily  more  like  thee.  • 

HYMN  179.  (S.  M.)k 

Duties. 

1  4    CHARGE  to  keep  I  have, 
A  A  God  to  glorify; 

A  never  dying  soul  to  save. 
And  fit  it  for  the  sky: 

2  From  youth  to  hoary  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfil: 
O  may  it  all  my  powers  engage 
To  do  my  Master's  will. 

•  S  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 
As  in  thy  sight  to  live, 
And  O,  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare 
A  strict  account  to  give: 

4  Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 
And  on  thyself  rely; 
Assur'd  if  I  my  trust  betray, 
I  shall  for  ever  die. 

HYMN   180.  (C  M.) 

** Forgetting  those  things  which  are  behind"  ice.    Phil.  iii.  13,  14, 


1 


4  WAKE,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve, 

And  press  with  vigour  on, 
A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 
And  an  immortal  crown. 

A  cloud  of  witnesses  around, 

Hold  thee  in  full  survey; 
Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 

And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

?Tis  God's  all-animating  voice 

That  calls  thee  from  on  high; 
'Ti3  his  own  hand  presents  the  prize 

To  thine  uplifted  eye, 


106  HYMNS. 

4  Then  wake,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve. 
And  press  with  vigour  on, 
A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 
And  an  immortal  crown. 

HYMN  181.  (CM) 

#  Doubting. 

1  .TfHE  Lord  will  happiness  divine 

On  contrite  hearts  bestow; 
Then  tell  me,  gracious  God,  is  mine 
A  contrite  heart,  or  no  ? 

2  I  hear,  but  seem  to  hear  in  vain, 

Insensible  as  steel; 
If  aught  is  felt,  'tis  only  pain 
To  find  I  cannot  feel. 

3  My  best  desires  are  faint  and  few, 

I  fain  would  strive  for  more; 
But  when  I  cry,  "  My  strength  renew," 
Seem  weaker  than  before. 

4  I  see  thy  saints  with  comfort  fill'd, 

When  in  thy  house  of  prayer; 
But  still  in  bondage  I  am  held, 
And  find  no  comfort  there. 

5  0  make  this  heart  rejoice  or  ache; 

Decide  this  doubt  for  me; 
And  if  it  be  not  broken,  break; 
And  heal  it,  if  it  be. 

HYMN   182.  (C.  M.) 

Desires  after  renewed  Holiness. 

1  f\U  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, 

A  calm  and  heavenly  frame  I 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb! 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew, 

When  first  I  saw  the  Lord? 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  his  word  ? 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  then  enjoy'd; 

How  sweet  their  mem'ry  still : 
But  now  I  feel  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 


1 


HYMNS 

Return,  O  holy  dove, 
eet  messenger  of  res 

I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

The  dearest  idol  I  have  known. 

Whatever  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 

And  worship  only  thee. 

So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God; 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame; 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

HYMN   183.  (HI.   1.) 

Trials. 

?rpiS  my  happiness  below, 

Not  to  live  without  the  cross: 
But  the  Saviour's  power  to  know, 
Sanctifying  ev'ry  loss. 

2  Trials  must  and  will  befall; 

But  with  humble  faith  to  see 
Love  inscrib'd  upon  them  all — 
This  is  happiness  to  me. 

3  Did  I  meet  no  trials  here, 

No  chastisement  by  the  way, 
Might  I  not  with  reason  fear 
I  should  be  a  cast-away  ? 

4  Trials  make  the  promise  sweet: 

Trials  give  new  life  to  pray'r; 
Bring  me  to  my  Saviour's  feet, 
Lay  me  low,'  and  keep  me  there* 

HYMN    184-  (C.  M.) 

Hctbitiial  Devotion. 

1  Yl/'HILE  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power, 
Be  my  vain  wishes  still'd: 
And  may  this  consecrated  hour 
With  better  hopes  be  fill'd. 

£  Thy  love  the  pow'r  of  thought  bestowM, 
To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soarj 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flow'd, 
That  mercy  I  adore. 


108  HYMNS. 

3  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see  ! 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  more  dear, 
Because  conferr'd  by  thee. 

4  In  ev'ry  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  ev'ry  pain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 
Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

5  When  gladness  wings  my  favour'd  hour, 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill; 
Resign'd,  when  storms  of  sorrow  low'r, 
My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 

6  My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 

The  gath'ring  storm  shall  see  ; 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear, 
That  heart  will  rest  on  thee. 

HYMN  185. 

Walking  with  God. 

1  <J1INCE  I've  known  a  Saviour's  name, 

And  sin's  strong  fetters  broke, 
Careful  without  care  I  am, 

Nor  feel  my  easy  yoke  : 
Joyful  now  my  faith  to  show, 

I  find  his  service  my  reward, 
All  the  work  I  do  below 

Is  light,  for  such  a  Lord. 

2  To  the  desert  or  the  cell, 

Let  others  blindly  fly, 
In  this  evil  world  I  dwell, 

Nor  fear  its  enmity ; 
Here  I  find  an  house  of  prayer, 

To  which  I  inwardly  retire  $ 
Walking  unconcern'd  in  care, 

And  unconsum'd  in  fire. 

3  0  that  all  the  world  might  know 

Of  living,  Lord,  to  thee, 
Find  their  heaven  begun  below, 

And  here  thy  goodness  see ; 
Walk  in  all  the  works  prepar'd 

By  thee  to  exercise  their  grace, 
Till  they  gain  their  full  reward, 

And  see  thee  face  to  face. 


HYMNS.  109 

HYMN    186  (L.  A!.) 

Heaven  seen  by  Faith. 

1    4  S,  when  the  weary  trav'ller  gains 

The  height  of  some  commanding  hill, 
His  heart  revives,  if  o'er  the  plains 
He  sees  his  home,  though  distant  still. 

£  So,  when  the  Christian  pilgrim  views 
By  faith  his  mansion  in  the  skies, 
The  sight  his  fainting  strength  renews, 
And  wings  his  speed  to  reach  the  prize 

3  The  hope  of  heaven  his  spirit  cheers; 

No  more  he  grieves  for  sorrows  past ; 
Nor  any  future  conflict  fears, 
So  he  may  safe  arrive  at  last. 

4  O  Lord,  on  thee  our  hopes  we  stay, 

To  lead  us  on  to  thine  abode; 
Assur'd  thy  love  will  far  o'erpay 
The  hardest  labours  of  the  road. 

hymn  187.  (IV.  4.) 

k  /  would  not  live  alway"     Job  vii.  16. 
]    T  WOULD  not  live  alway:  I  ask  not  to  stay 
Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  the 
The  few  lurid  mornings  that  dawn  on  us  here, 

enough  for  life's  woes,  full  enough  for  its  cheer. 

(•aid  not  live  alway.  thus  fetterd  by  sin; 
Temptation  without,  and  corruption  within: 
R'fen  the  rapture  of  pardon  is  mingled  with  fea; 
I  the  cup  of  thanksgiving  with  penitent  tears. 

3  I  would  not  live  alway;  no— welcome  the  tomb, 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I  dread  not  its  gloom,; 
There,  sweet  be  my  rest,  till  he  bid  me  arise 

To  hail  him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies. 

4  Who,  who  would  live  alway,  away  from  his  G-jd; 
Away  from  von  heaven,  that  blissful  abode, 

Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er  the  bright  plailiS, 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns: 

5  Where  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet, 
Their  Saviour  and  brethren,  transported  to  greet* 

IV 


.10  HYMNS. 

While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll, 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the  soul ! 


ZZ.    DEATH. 

HYMN  188.  (C.  M.) 

Job  xiv.  1,  2.  5,  6. 

1  "pEW  are  thy  days,  and  full  of  wo, 

O  man,  of  woman  born ! 
Thy  doom  is  written,  u  Dust  thou  art, 
"  To  dust  thou  shalt  return." 

2  Behold  the  emblem  of  thy  state 

In  flow'rs  that  bloom  and  die, 
Or  in  the  shadow's  fleeting  form 
That  mocks  the  gazer's  eye. 

3  Determin'd  are  the  days  that  fly 

Successive  o'er  thy  head; 
The  number'd  hour  is  on  the  wing 
That  lays  thee  with  the  dead. 

4  Great  God!  afflict  not,  in  thy  wrath. 

The  short  allotted  span, 
That  bounds  the  few  and  weary  days 
Of  pilgrimage  to  man. 

HYMN   189.  (C.  M.) 

1  XT  ARK!  from  the  tombs  a  mournful  sound 
"a,i  Mine  ears  attend  the  cry; 

"  Ye  living  men,  come  view  the  ground 
*  "  Where  you  must  shortly  lie. 

2  "  Princes,  this  clay  must  be  your  bed, 

64  In  spite  of  all  your  tow'rs; 
"  The  tall,  the  wise,  the  rev'rend  head 
"  Must  lie  as  low  as  ours." 

5  Great  God !  is  this  our  certain  doom? 

And  are  we  Mill  secure  ? 
Still  walking  downward  to  the  tomb, 
And  yet  prepare  no  more  ? 

4  Grant  us  the  power  of  quickening  grace 
To  raise  our  souls  to  thee, 
That  we  may  view  thy  glorious  face 
To  all  eternity. 


HYMNS.  Ill 

HYMN   190.  (S.  M.) 

/o&xiv.  11—14. 

1  nPHE  mighty  flood  that  rolls 

Its  torrents  to  the  main, 
Can  ne'er  recall  its  waters  lost 
From  that  abyss  again: 

2  So  days,  and  years,  and  time, 

Descending  down  to  night, 
Can  thenceforth  never  more  return 
Back  to  the  sphere  of  light: 

3  And  man,  when  in  the  grave, 

Can  never  quit  its  gloom, 
Until  th'  eternal  morn  shall  wake 
The  slumber  of  the  tomb. 

4  O,  may  I  find  in  death 

A  hiding-place  with  God, 
Secure  from  wo  and  sin;  till  callM 
To  share  his  bless'd  abode! 

5  CheerM  by  this  hope,  I  wait, 

Through  toil,  and  care,  and  grief, 
Till  my  appointed  course  is  run, 
And  death  shall  bring  relief. 

HYMN    191. 

1  "If  ITAL  spark  of  heavenly  flame ! 

Quit,  O  quit  this  mortal  frame ! 
Trembling,  hoping,  ling'ring,  flying, 
0,the  pain,  the  bliss  of  dying! 
Cease,  fond  nature,  cease  thy  strife, 
And  let  me  languish  into  life. 

2  Hark!  they  whisper!  angels  say, 
Sister  spirit,  come  away ! 
What  is  this  absorbs  me  quite — 
Steals  my  senses,  shuts  my  sight, 
Drowns  my  spirit,  draws  my  breath? 
Tell  me,  my  soul,  can  this  be  death  ? 

3  The  world  recedes,  it  disappears ! 
Heaven  opens  on  my  eyes  !  my  ears 

With  sounds  seraphic  ring! 
Lend,  lend  your  wings!  I  mount!  I  fly! 
O  grave,  where  is  thy  victory ! 

5  death,  where  is  thy  sting ! 


1 1 2  HYMNS. 

XXX.    JUDGMENT. 

HYMN    192.  (C.  M.) 

1  TIfHEN,  rising  from  the  bed  of  death, 

Overwhelmed  with  guilt  and  fear, 
I  see  my  Maker,  face  to  fa.ce; 
0  how  shall  I  appear ! 

2  If  yet,  while  pardon  may  be  found. 

And  mercy  may  be  sought, 
My  heart  with  inward  horror  shrinks, 
And  trembles  at  the  thought; 

3  When  thou,  O  Lord,  shalt  stand  disclosed 

In  majesty  severe, 
And  sit  in  judgment  on  my  soul, 
0  how  shall  I  appear  I 

4  But  thou  hast  told  the  troubled  mind, 

Who  does  her  sins  lament, 
That  faith  in  Christ's  atoning  blood 
Shall  endless  wo  prevent.  ?. 

5  Then  never  shall  my  soul  despair 

Her  pardon  to  procure. 
Who  knows  thine  only  Son  has  died 
To  make  that  pardon  sure. 

HYMN  193-  (S.  M.) 

1  A  ND  will  the  Judge  descend? 

And  must  the  dead  arise? 
And  not  a  single  soul  escape 
His  all-discerning  eyes? 

2  And  from  his  righteous  lips 

Shall  this  dread  sentence  sound; 
And  through  the  numerous  guilty  throng 
Spread  black  despair  around  ? 

Depart  from  me,  accurs'd, 
•4  To  everlasting  flame, 
*  For  rebel  angels  first  prepared, 
u  Where  mercy  never  came." 

4  How  will  my  heart  endure 
The  terrors  of  that  day: 

en  earth  and  heaven  before  his  face 
Astonished  shrink 


HYMN  US 

5  But,  ere  the  trumpet  shakes 

The  mansions  of  the  dead, 
Hark,  from  the  gospel's  cheering  sound, 
What  joyful  tidings  spread ! 

6  Ye  sinners,  seek  his  grace, 

Whose  wrath  ye  cannot  bear; 
Fly  to  the  shelter  of  his  cross, 
And  find  salvation  there. 

7  So  shall  that  curse  remove, 

By  which  the  Saviour  bled; 
And  the  last  awful  day  shall  pour 
His  blessings  on  your  head. 

HYMN    194.  (II.  7.) 

1  Q.REAT  God,  what  do  I  see  and  hear! 

The  end  of  things  created ! 
The  Judge  of  man  I  see  appear, 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated: 
The  trumpet  sounds;  the  graves  restore 
The  dead  which  they  contain'd  before: 

Prepare,  my  soul,  to  meet  him. 

2  The  dead  in  Christ  shall  first  arise, 

At  the  last  trumpet's  sounding, 
Caught  up  to  meet  him  in  the  skies, 

With  joy  their  Lord  surrounding: 
No  gloomy  fears  their  souls  dismay, 
His  presence  sheds  eternal  day 

On  those  prepar'd  to  meet  him. 

3  But  sinners,  fill'd  with  guilty  fears, 

Behold  his  wrath  prevailing; 
For  they  shall  rise,  and  find  their  tears 

And  sighs  are  unavailing: 
The  day  of  grace  is  past  and  gone; 
Trembling  they  stand  before  the  throne, 

All  unprepar'd  to  meet  him. 

4  Great  God,  what  do  I  see  and  hear ! 

The  end  of  tilings  created ! 
The  Judge  of  man  I  see  appear, 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated: 
Beneath  his  cross  I  view  the  day 
When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  awayf 

And  thus  prepare  to  meet  him. 
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114  HYMNS 


HYMN    195.  (III.  1.) 

St.  Luke  xiii.  24—27. 

1  J^EEK,  my  soul,  the  narrow  gate, 

Enter  ere  it  be  too  late: 
Many  ask  to  enter  there, 
When  too  late  to  offer  pray'r. 

2  God  from  mercy's  seat  shall  rise, 
And  for  ever  bar  the  skies: 
Then,  though  sinners  cry  without, 
He  will  say,  "  I  know  you  not." 

3  Mournfully  will  they  exclaim — 
Lord  !  we  have  profess'd  thy  name; 
We  have  eat  with  thee,  and  heard 
Heavenly  teaching  in  thy  word. 

4  Vain,  alas!  will  be  their  plea, 
Workers  of  iniquity; 

Sad  their  everlasting  lot — 

Christ  will  say,  « I  know  you  not." 

XXIX.    ETERNITY. 

HYMN   196.  (S.  M.) 

1  Q  WHERE  shall  rest  be  found! 

Rest  for  the  weary  soul  ? — 
3Twere  vain  the  ocean's  depths  to  sound. 
Or  pierce  to  either  pole. 

2  The  world  can  never  give 

The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh: 
3Tis  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

3  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears 
-     There  is  a  life  above, 

Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years — 
And  all  that  life  is  love. 

4  There  is  a  death,  whose  pang 

Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath: 
O  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  the  second  death ! 

5  Lord  God  of  truth  and  grace, 

Teach  us  that  death  to  shun, 
Lest  we  be  driven  from  thy  face, 
For  evermore  undone. 


HYMNS.  115 

HYMN   197.  (C.    M.) 

2  Cor.  IT.  IS. 

1  "tlOW  long  shall  earth's  alluring  toys 

Detain  our  hearts  and  eyes, 
Regardless  of  immortal  joys. 
And  strangers  to  the  skies  ! 

2  These  transient  scenes  will  soon  decay, 

They  fade  upon  the  sight; 
And  auickly  will  their  brightest  day 
Be  lost  in  endless  night. 

3  Their  brightest  day,  alas,  how  vain  ! 

With  conscious  sighs  we  own; 
While  clouds  of  sorrow,  care,  and  pain, 
O'ershade  the  smiling  noon. 

4  O  could  our  thoughts  and  wishes  fly 

Above  these  gloomy  shades, 
To  those  bright  worlds  beyond  the  sky, 
Which  sorrow  ne'er  invades  ! 

5  There  joys  unseen  by  mortal  eyes, 

Or  reason's  feeble  ray, 
In  ever  blooming  prospects  rise, 
Unconscious  of  decay. 

6  Lord,  send  a  beam  of  light  divine, 

To  guide  our  upward  aim  ! 
With  one  reviving  touch  of  thine 
Our  languid  hearts  inflame. 

7  Then  shall,  on  faith's  sublimes t  wing, 

Our  ardent  wishes  rise, 
To  those  bright  scenes  where  pleasures  spring 
Immortal  in  the  skies. 

HYMN    198.  (C.  M.) 

1   f^OME,  Lord,  and  warm  each  languid  heart. 
Inspire  each  lifeless  tongue; 
And  let  the  joys  of  heaven  impart 
Their  influence  to  our  song. 

row,  and  pain,  and  ev'ry   care, 
And  discord  there  shall  cease; 
And  perfect  joy,  and  love  sincere, 
Adorn  the  realms  of  peace. 


U6  HYMNS, 

3  The  soul  from  sin  for  ever  free, 

Shall  mourn  its  power  no  more; 
But,  clothed  in  spotless  purity, 
Redeeming  love  adore. 

4  There,  on  a  throne  (how  dazzling  bright !) 

Th'  exalted  Saviour  shines; 
And  beams  ineffable  delight 
On  all  the  heavenly  minds. 

5  There  shall  the  followers  of  the  Lamb 

Join  in  immortal  songs; 
And  endless  honours  to  his  name 
Employ  their  tuneful  tongues. 

6  Lord,  tune  our  hearts  to  praise  and  love, 

Our  feeble  notes  inspire; 
Till  in  thy  blissful  courts  above 
We  join  the  angelic  choir. 

HYMN    199.  (C.  M.) 

1  HPHERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 

Where  saints  immortal  reign; 
Eternal  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

2  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never-fading  flow'rs; 
Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3  Bright  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood 

Stand  dress'd  in  living  green; 

So  to  the  Jews  fair  Canaan  stood, 

While  Jordan  roll'd  between. 

4  But  tim'rous  mortals  start,  and  shrink 

To  cross  the  narrow  sea; 
And  linger,  trembling  on  the  brink, 
And  tear  to  launch  away. 

5  Oh  !  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 

Those  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, 
And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love 
With  faith's  illumin'd  eyes  ! 

6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er, 
Not  Jordan's  streams,  not  death's  cold  flood, 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 


HYMNS.  HJ 

HYMN    200.  (C.  M.) 

^HOULD  nature's  charms,  to  please  tha  eye, 

In  sweet  assemblage  join, 
All  nature's  charms  would  droop  and  die, 
Jesus,  compar'd  with  thine. 

\  Vain  were  her  fairest  beams  displayed, 
And  vain  her  blooming  store; 
Her  brightness  languishes  to  shade, 
Her  beauty  is  no  more. 

But,  ah  !  how  far  from  mortal  sight 

The  Lord  of  glory  dwells ! 
A  veil  of  interposing  night 

His  radiant  face  conceals. 

0  could  my  Longing  spirit  rise 

On  strong  immortal  wing, 
And  reach  thy  palace  in  the  skies, 

My  Saviour  and  my  King  I 

There  thousands  worship  at  thy  feet, 

And  there,  divine  employ ! 
The  triumphs  of  thy  love  repeat 

In  songs  of  endless  joy. 

Thy  presence  beams  eternal  day 

O'er  all  the  blissful  place; 
Who  would  not  drop  tnis  load  of  clay, 

And  die  to  see  thy  face? 

HYMN    201.  (III.   1.) 

Revelation  vii.  9,  &c. 
"^IfHO  are  these  in  bright  array? 

This  innumerable  throng, 
Round  the  altar,  night  and  day 
Tuning  their  triumphant  song? 
"  Worthy  is  the  Lamb  once  slain, 
44  Blessing,  honour,  glory,  power, 
"  Wisdom,  riches,  to  obtain 
44  New  dominion  ev'ry  hour." 

These  through  fiery  trials  trod; 
These  from  great  affliction  came; 
Now  before  the  throne  of  God, 
Seal'd  with  his  eternal  name: 


118  HYMNS. 

Clad  in  raiment  pure  and  white, 
Victor  palms  in  ev'ry  hand, 
Through  their  great  Redeemer's  might 
More  than  conquerors  they  stand. 
3  Hunger,  thirst,  disease  unknown, 
On  immortal  fruits  they  feed; 
Them  the  Lamb  amidst  the  throne 
Shall  to  living  fountains  lead: 
Joy  and  gladness  banish  sighs; 
Perfect  love  dispels  their  fears; 
And,  for  ever  from  their  eyes 
God  shall  wipe  away  their  tears. 

xiv,  miscellaneous. 


HYMN  202.  (C.  M.) 

Genesis  xxviii.  20, 21. 
1  {ZJ.OD  of  our  fathers !  by  whose  hand 
^*  Thy  people  still  are  blest, 
Be  with  us  through  our  pilgrimage, 
Conduct  us  to  our  rest. 
£  Through  each  perplexing  path  of  life 
Our  wand'ring  footsteps  guide; 
Give  us  each  day  our  daily  bread, 
And  raiment  fit  provide. 

3  0  ^pread  thy  sheltering  wings  around, 

Till  all  our  wand'rings  cease, 
And,  at  our  Father's  lov'd  abode 
Our  souls  arrive  in  peace. 

4  Such  blessings  from  thy  gracious  hand 

Our  humble  pray'rs  implore; 
And  thou,  the  Lord,  shalt  be  our  God, 
And  portion  evermore. 

hymn  203.         (III.  3.) 

1  Chronicles  xxix.  10 — 13. 

1  "OLESS'D  be  thou,  the  God  of  Israel, 
•*-*  Thou,  our  Father,  and  our  Lord! 
Bless'd  thy  majesty  for  ever! 

Ever  be  thy  name  ador'd! 

2  Thine,  0  Lord,  are  pow'r  and  greatness, 

Glory,  vict'ry,  are  thine  own; 


HYMNS.  119 

All  is  thine  in  earth  and  heaven, 

Over  all  thy  boundless  throne. 
!  Riches  come  of  thee,  and  honour, 

Pow'r  and  might  to  thee  belong; 
Thine  it  is  to  make  us  prosper, 

Only  thine  to  make  us  strong. 
Lord  our  God !  for  these,  thy  bounties, 

Hymns  of  gratitude  we  raise; 
To  thy  Name,  for  ever  glorious, 

Ever  we  address  our  praise' 

HYMN  204.  (C.  M.) 

Proverbs  iii.  13 — 17. 

f\  H.\PPY  is  the  man  who  hears 

Religion's  warning  voice, 
And  who  celestial  wisdom  makes 

His  early,  only  choice. 
For  she  has  treasures  greater  far 

Than  east  or  west  unfold: 
More  precious  are  her  bright  rewards, 

Than  gems,  or  stores  of  gold. 
Her  right  hand  offers  to  the  just 

Immortal,  happy  days: 
Her  left,  imperishable  wealth. 

And  heavenly  crowns  displays 
And,  as  her  holy  labours  rise, 

So  her  rewards  increase: 
Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness, 

And  all  her  paths  are  peace. 

HYMN  205.  (L.  M.) 

Isaiah  xl.  6 — 8. 
rpHE  morning  fiow'rs  display  their  sweel 

And  gay  their  silken  leaves  unfold; 
As  careless  of  the  noon-day  heats. 
And  fearless  of  the  ev'ning  cold. 
Nipp'd  by  the  wind's  unkindly  U 

Parch'd  by  the  sun's  more  fervent  ray, 
The  momentary  glories  waste, 

The  short-liv'd  beauties  die  away. 
So  blooms  the  human  face  divine. 

When  youth  its  pride  of  beauty  shows  : 
Fairer  than  spring  the  colours  shine, 
And  sweeter  than  the  op'ning  rose. 


120  HYMNS. 

4  But,  worn  by  slowly  rolling  years, 

Or  broke  by  sickness  in  a  day, 
The  fading  glory  disappears, 

The  short-liv'd  beauties  die  away. 

5  Yet  these,  new  rising  from  the  tomb, 

With  lustre  brighter  far  shall  shine; 
Revive  with  ever-during  bloom, 
Safe  from  diseases  and  decline. 

6  Let  sickness  blast,  and  death  devour, 

If  heaven  shall  recompense  our  pains: 
Perish  the  grass,  and  fade  the  flow'r, 
If  firm  the  word  of  God  remains. 

HYMN    206.  (C.  M.) 

Isaiah  xl.  27—31. 

1  *^^7*HY  mournest  thou,  my  anxious  soul, 
Despairing  of  relief, 
As  if  the  Lord  o'erlook'd  thy  cares, 
Or  pitied  not  thy  grief? 

£  Hast  thou  not  known,  hast  thou  not  heard, 
That  firm  remains  on  high, 
The  everlasting  throne  of  Him 
Who  made  the  earth  and  sky? 

S  Art  thou  afraid  his  power  will  fail 
In  sorrow's  evil  day? 
Can  the  Creator's  mighty  arm 
Grow  weary  or  decay  ? 

4  Supreme  in  wisdom  as  in  power 

The  Rock  of  ages  stands; 
Thou  canst  not  search  his  mind,  nor  trace 
The  working  of  his  hands. 

5  He  gives  the  conquest  to  the  weak, 

Supports  the  fainting  heart; 
And  courage  in  the  evil  hour 
His  heavenly  aids  impart. 

6  Mere  human  energy  shall  faint. 

And  youthful  vigour  cease; 
But  those  who  wait  upon  the  Lord 
In  strength  shall  still  increase. 

7  They,  with  unwearied  step,  shall  tread 

The  path  of  life  divine; 


HYMNS. 

With  growing  ardour  onward  move. 
With  growing  brightness  shine. 

3  On  eagles'  wings  they  mount,  t<u 
On  wings  of  faith  and  love? 
Till,  past  the  sphere  of  earth  and 
They  rise  to  heaven  above. 

hymn  207.  (c 

Isaiah  lvii.  15. 

1  nnHUS  speaks  the  High  and  Lofty  One— 
My  throne  is  fix'd  on  high; 
There,  through  eternity,  I  hear 
The  praises  of  the  sky: 

-2  Yet,  looking  down,  I  visit  oft 
The  humble,  hallow'd  cell: 
And,  with  the  penitent  who  mourn. 
'Tis  my  delight  to  dwell. 

3  My  presence  heals  the  wounded  heart, 

The  sad  in  spirit  cheers; 
My  presence,  from  the  bed  of  dust, 
The  contrite  sinner  rears. 

4  I  dwell  with  all  my  humble  saints 

While  they  on  earth  remain? 
And  they,  exalted,  dwell  with  me. 
With  me  for  ever  reign. 

HYMN    208.  (II.   1.) 

Habakkuk  iii.  17—19. 

1  4  LTHOUGH  the  vine  its  fruit  deny, 

The  budding  fig-tree  droop  and  die, 

No  oil  the  olive  yield; 
Yet  will  I  trust  me  in  my  God, 
Yea,  bend  rejoicing  to  his  rod, 

And  by  his  grace  be  heal'd. 

2  Though  fields,  in  verdure  once  array'd, 
By  wTrirlwinds  desolate  be  laid, 

Or  parch'd  by  scorching  beam; 
Still  in  the  Lord  shall  be  my  trust, 
My  joy;  for,  though  his  frown  is  just, 

His  mercy  is  supreme. 

3  Though  from  the  fold  the  flock  decay. 
Though  herds  lie  famish'd  o'er  the  lea 

L 


HYMNS, 

And  round  the  empty  stall; 
My  soul  above  the  wreck  shall  rise. 
Its  better  joys  are  in  the  skies; 

There,  Grod  is  all  in  all. 

4  In  God  my  strength,  howe'er  distrest, 
I  yet  will  hope,  and  calmly  rest, 

Nay,  triumph  in  his  love; 
My  lingering  soul,  my  tardy  feet, 
Free  as  the  nind  he  makes  and  fleet. 

To  speed  my  course  above. 

HYMN  209.  (C.  M.) 

St.  John  xiv.  6. 

1  HpHOU  art  the  way — to  thee  alone 

From  sin  and  death  we  flee: 
And  lie  who  would  the  Father  seek. 
Must  seek  him,  Lord,  by  thee, 

2  Thou  art  the  truth — thy  word  alone 

True  wisdom  can  impart; 
Thou  only  canst  inform  the  mind 
And  purify  the  heart. 

3  Thou  art  the  life — the  rending  tomb 

Proclaims  thy  conqu'ring  arm, 
And  those  who  put  their  trust  in  thee 
Nor  death  nor  hell  shall  harm. 

4  Thou  art  the  way,  the  truth,  the  life,: 

Grant  us  that  way  to  know, 
That  truth  to  keep,  that  life  to  win, 
Whose  joys  eternal  flow. 

HYMN    210.  (S.    M.) 

Philippians  ii.  12, 13. 

1  TJEIRS  of  unending  life, 

While  yet  we  sojourn  here, 
0  let  us  our  salvation  work 
With  trembling  and  with  fear. 

2  God  will  support  our  hearts 

With  might  before  unknown; 
The  work  to  be  performed  is  ours, 
The  strength  is  all  his  own 

Tis  he  that  works  to  will, 
*Tis  he  that  works  to  do: 


HYMN  12$ 

His  is  tne  power  by  which  we  act. 
His  be  the  glory  too ! 

IN  211.  (III.  1.) 

Ephesnms  v.  14 — 17. 

1  O  INNER  !  rouse  thee  from  thy  sleep, 

Wake,  and  o'er  thy  folly  weep; 
Raise  thy  spirit  dark  and  dead, 
Jesus  waits  his  light  to  shed. 

2  Wake  from  sleep,  arise  from  deat.~ 
See  the  bright  and  living  path: 
Watchful  tread  that  path:  be  wise. 
Leave  thy  folly,  seek  the  skies. 

3  Leave  thy  folly,  cease  from  crime, 
From  this  hour  redeem  thy  time; 
Life  secure  without  delay. 

Evil  is  the  mortal  day. 

4  Be  not  blind  and  foolish  still, 
Call'd  of  Jesus,  learn  his  will: 
Jesus  calls  from  death  and  night, 
Jesus  waits  to  shed  his  light. 

HYMN  212.  (c.  31.) 

Hebretcs  xii.  1,  2. 

1  T  O !  what  a  cloud  of  witnesses 

Encompass  us  around; 
Men  once  like  us  with  suff'ring  tried, 
But  now  with  glory  crown'd; 

2  Let  us,  with  zeal  like  theirs  inspired, 

Strive  in  the  Christian  race; 
And,  freed  from  ev'ry  weight  of  sin, 
Their  holy  footsteps  trace. 

3  Behold  a  witness  nobler  still, 

Who  trod  affliction's  path, 
Jesus,  the  author,  finisher, 
Rewarder  of  our  faith: 

4  He,  for  the  joy  before  him  set, 

And  mov'd  by  pitying  love, 
Endur'd  the  cross,  despis'd  the  shame; 
And  now  he  reigns  above. 

5  Thither,  forgetting  things  behind, 

Press  we,  to  God's  right  hand ! 
There,  with  the  Saviour  and  his  saints 
Triumphantly  to  sta 


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XV.    GLORIA  PATRZ. 


N.  B.     The  metre  marks,  affixed  to  the  preceding  hymr.= 
reference  to  a  division  of  the  metres,  founded  on  the  nature  of  the- 
Terse,  into  four  classes,  marked — I.  II.  III.  IV. 

Class  I.  includes  common,  long,  and  short  metres,  marked — 
C.  M,,  L.  M.,  S.  M. 

Class  II.  includes  the  other  Iambick  metres,  eight  in  number, 
marked — II.  1,  II.  2,    II.  3,   II.  4,  &c.  which  may  be  named. 

Tujo.one;  Two,  two;    Two,  three,  kc. 

Class  III.  includes  the  Trochaick  metres,  being  five  in  number, 
marked — III.  1,  III.  2,  III.  3,  &c.  which  may  be  named; 
Three,  one;  Three,  two,  Sec. 

Class  IV.  includes  the  metres  consisting  chiefly  of  triplets,  being 
five  in  number,  marked — IV.  1,  IV.  2,  IV.  3,  &c.  and  may 
be  named  ;  Four,  one  ;  Four,  two,  Sec. 

CLASS  I. 

C.  M. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory,  as  it  was,  is  now, 

And  shall  be  evermore. 

L.  M. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  whom  earth  and  heaven  adore, 

Be  glory,  as  it  was  of  old, 
Is  now,  and  shall  be  evermore. 

S.  M. 
To  God  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit,  glory  be, 
As  'twas,  and  is,  and  shall  be  so 

To  all  eternity. 


CLASS  II. 

II.  1. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
The  God  whom  heaven's  triumphant  host 
And  saints  on  earth  adore; 


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Be  glory,  as  in  ages  pac 
As  now  it  is,  and  so  shall  lasf 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 

n.£ 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  whom  heaven's  triumphant  host 

And  suffering  saints  on  earth  adore; 
Be  glory,  as  in  ages  past, 
As  now  it  is,  and  so  shall  last 

When  time  itself  shall  be  no  more. 

II.  3. 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  glory  in  the  highest  given, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven, 
As  was  through  ages  heretofore, 
Is  now,  and  shall  be  evermore. 

II.  4. 

To  God  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit,  ever  blessM, 
Eternal  Three  in  One, 
All  worship  be  addressed; 
As  heretofore 
It  was,  is  now. 
And  shall  be  so 
For  ev 


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To  God  the  Father,  ancHWjtKT the  S 
To  God  the  Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  praise  from  all  on  earth  and  all  in  heav^i*. 
As  was,  and  is,  and  ever  shall  be  given. 

II.  6. 

Eternal  praise  be  given, 

And  songs  of  highest  worth. 
By  all  the  hosts  of  heaven. 

And  all  the  saints  on  earth, 
To  God,  supreme  oonfess 

To  Christ,  his  only  Sol 
And  to  the  Spirit  blessed. 

Eternal  Three  in  One. 
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II.  7. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  bless'd, 
Supreme  o'er  earth  and  heaven, 

Eternal  Three  in  One  confess'd, 
Be  highest  glory  given. 

As  was  through  ages  heretofore, 

Is  now,  and  shall  be  evermore, 
By  all  in  earth  and  heaven. 

II.  8. 

By  all  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven, 
Be  everlasting  glory  given, 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit;  equal  Three 
In  undivided  Unity, 

Ere  time  had  yet  its  course  begun: 
As  was,  and  is,  be  highest  praise, 
As  still  shall  be  through  endless  days. 

CLASS  III. 

III.  1. 
Holy  Father,  Holy  Son, 
Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One! 
Glory,  as  of  old,  to  thee, 
Now,  and  evermore  shall  be! 

III.  2. 
Praise  the  name^ 
Praise  him  aj 
Praise  kimiddg  W£a3 
Father,  Son^nxTHoly  Ghost: 
As  through  countless  ages  past, 
Evermore  his  praise  shall  last. 

III.  3. 

Praise  the  Father,  earth  and  heaven. 

Praise  the  Son,  the  Spirit  praise, 
As  it  was,  and  is,  be  given 

Glory  through  eternal  days. 

III.  4. 

To  the  Father,  throird  in  heaven. 

To  the  Saviour,  Christ,  his  Son, 
To  the  Spirit,  praise  be  given. 

Everlasting  Three  in  One: 


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V^  of  old,  the  Trinity 
Still  is  worshipp'd,  still  shall  be. 

III.  5. 

Great  Jehovah !  we  adore  thee, 

God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
God  the  Spirit,  join'd  in  glory 

On  the  same  eternal  throne: 
Endless  praises 

To  Jehovah,  Three  in  One. 

CLASS  IV. 

ivTI. 

By  angels  in  heaven 

Of  ev'ry  degree, 
And  saints  upon  earth, 

All  praise  be  addressed; 
To  God  in  three  persons, 

One  God  ever  bless'd, 
As  it  has  been,  now  is, 

And  ever  shall  be. 

IV.  2. 

All  praise  to  the  Father,  the  Son, 
And  Spirit, thrice  holy  and  bless'd, 

Th'  eternal,  supreme  Tnree  in  One, 
Was,  is,  and  shall  still  be  address'd. 

IV.  3. 
All  praise  to  the  Father,  all  praise  to  the  Son, 

All  praise  to  the  Spirit, thrice  bless'd, 
The  holy,  eternal,  supreme  Three  in  One. 

Was,  is,  and  shall  still  be  address'd. 

IV.  4. 

0  Father  Almighty,  to  thee  be  address'd, 
With  Christ  and  the  Spirit,  one  God  ever  bless'd. 
All  glory  and  worship  from  earth  and  from  heav 
As  was.  and  is  now,  and  shall  ever  be  given. 

IV.  5. 

All  glory  and  praise  to  the  Father  be  given, 

The  Son  and  tne  Spirit  from  earth  and  from  heaven; 

As  was,  and  is  now,  be  supreme  adoration, 

And  ever  shall  be,  to  the  God  of  salvation. 


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For  Hymns  145  and  165. 

To  the  Father,  to  the  Son, 

And  Spirit  ever  bless'd, 
Everlasting  Three  in  One, 

All  worship  be  addressed: 
Praise  from  all  above,  below, 

As  throughout  the  ages  past, 
Now  is  given,  and  shall  be  so 

While  endless  ages  last. 
When  used  to  Hymn  185,  in  line  6,  read* 

As  was  throughout  the  ages  past 

Come,  let  us  adore  him,  come,  bow  at  his  feet, 
O  give  him  the  glory,  the  praise  that  is  meet; 
Let  joyful  hosannas  unceasing  arise, 
And  join  the  full  chorus  that  gladdens  the  skies. 

IVhenever  the  Hymns  are  used  at  the  celebration  of  divine  ser- 
a  certain  portion  or  portions  of  the  Psalms  of  David,  in 
'metre,  shall  also  be  sung. 


END   OF  THE  HYMNS. 


A  TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


A  cnarge  to  keep  I  have, 
Ah,  how  shall  fallen  man, 
Alas,  what  hourly  dangers  rise !    . 
All  glorious  God,  what  hymns  of  praise, 
Almighty  Father !  bless  the  word, 
Almighty  Lord  !  before  thy  throne,   . 
Althougn  the  vine  its  fruits  deny,  . 
And  are  we  now  brought  near  to  God, 
And  wilt  thou,  O  Eternal  God, 
And  will  the  Judge  descend  ?     . 
Another  six  days'  work  is  done,     . 
Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat, 
Arise,  my  soul !  with  rapture  rise  ! 
As  panting  in  the  sultry  beam, 
As  when  the  weary  trav'ller  gains, 
As  o'er  the  past  my  memory  strays,    . 
As  the  sweet  flow'r  that  scents  the  morn, 
Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun,    . 
Awake,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve,    . 
Awake,  ye  saints,  awake,  . 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne 
Begin,  my  soul,  the  exalted  lay, 
Behold  the  Saviour  of  mankind    . 
Be  joyful  in  God,  all  ye  lands  of  the  earth. 
Be  still,  my  heart !  these  anxious  cares, 
Bless'd  be"thou,  the  God  of  Israel,     . 
Bless'd  is  the  man  whose  soft'ning  heart 
Bless'd  is  the  tie  that  binds 

Children  of  the  heavenly  King, 

Christ  from  the  dead  is  rais'd,  and  made 

Christ  the  Lord  is  ris'n  to-day,   . 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  Creator,  come, 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  Heavenly  Dove, 

Come,  let  our  voices  join, 

Come,  Lord,  and  warm  each  languid  heart. 

Come,  ye  that  love  the  Lord, 

Deluded  souls !  that  dream  of  heaven, 
Disown'd  of  heaven,  by  man  oppress'd, 

Doxologies, 

Dread  Jehovah  !  God  of  nations  ! 


Eternal  source  of  every  joy ! 

Faith  is  the  Christian's  evidence    . 
Far  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world  begone 
Father  of  mercies  !  in  thy  word    . 
Father,  to  thee  my  soul  I  lift,     . 
Father  of  all,  whose  love  profound, 
Father  of  mercies  !  bow  thine  ear,     . 
Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss    . 
Few  are  thy  days,  and  full  of  wo, 
Fountain  of  mercy,  God  of  Love; 
From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies, 
From  Greenland's  icv  mountains, 
From  whence  these  direful  omens  round 

Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 

Glory  to  the  Father  give,    . 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way,   .       • 


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God  of  the  seas !  thine  awful  voice    . 
God  of  our  Fathers !  by  whose  hand     . 
Go  forth,  ye  heralds,  in  my  name, 
M  Go  preach  my  gospel,"  saith  the  Lord, 
Grace  !   'tis  a  charming  sound !  . 
Great  first  of  beings !  mighty  Lord, 
Great  God !  this  sacred  day  is  thine,  . 
Great  God !  to  thee  my  evening  song,     . 
Great  God,  what  do  I  see  and  hear  !  . 
Great  God  !  with  wonder  and  with  praise 
Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah, 

Hail,  thou  long  expected  Jesus, 

Hail  to  the  Lord's  Anointed, 

Hark !  from  the  tombs  a  mournful  sound, 

Hark !  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour  comes, 

Hark  I  the  herald  angels  sing 

Hasten,  sinner,  to  be  wise ; 

Hear,  gracious  God,  my  humble  moan,  . 

Hear  what  the  voice  from  heaven  declares, 

He  dies  I  the  friend  of  sinners  dies  ! 

He's  come  !  let  every  knee  be  bent,    . 

Heirs  of  unending  life,  .... 

en  the  bending  willows  hung,    . 
How  beauteous  are  their  feet 
How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saint3  of  the  Lord, 
How  long  shall  earth's  alluring  toys 

low  helpless  guilty  nature  lies, 
How  oft,  alas  !  this  wretched  heart 

low  short  the  race  our  friend  has  run, 
How  wondrous  and  great 


I  love  thy  kingdom,  Lord,  . 
in  loud  exalted  strains, 

per  and  hearer  of  prayer,    . 
I  would  not  live  alway  :  I  ask  not  to  stay 
Jesus !  and  shall  it  ever  be, 
Jesus,  my  strength,  my  hope, 

-:.  Saviour  of  my  soul, 
Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Joy  is  a  fruit  that  will  not  grow 
Let  heaven  arise,  let  earth  appear, 
Let  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue, 
Like  Noah's  weary  dove, 
Lord  I  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing,    . 
Lord  !  for  the  just  thou  dost  provide, 
Lord,  how  delightful  'tis  to  see  . 
Lord,  my  God,  I  long  to  know. 
Lord  of  life,  all  praise  excelling, 
Lord!  unafflicted, undismay'd, 
Lo  !  what  a  cloud  of  witnesses. 
Lord,  with  glowing  heart  I'd  praise  thee 

Mercy,  descending  from  above, 
od,  and  is  thy  table  spread  ? 


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My  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 

My  God,  since  thou  hast  rais'd  me  up, 

My  grateful  soul,  for  t 

My  opening:  eyes  with  rapture  see     . 
-aviour  hanging  on  the  tree, 

Not  to  the  terrors  of  the  L  I 

Now  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts, 

Now  may  the  God  of  grace  and  power 

Now  the  shades  of  night  are  gone ; 

O'er  mountain  tops  the  mount  of  God 

O  happy  day,  that  stays  my  choice 
|  y  is  the  man  who  hears 

O  for  a  closer  walk  with  God,     . 

O  Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 

O,  in  the  morn  of  life,  when  yout.. 

0  let  triumphant  faith  dispel, 

On  Zion,  and  on  Lebanon, 

:  it  of  the  living  God,     . 

O  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone  ! 

O  thou  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry. 

< 3  thou,  to  whose  all-searching  sight 

Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead, 

O  where  shall  rest  be  found  1    . 

.  troubled  soul,  whose  plaintive  moan 

Praise  to  GoJ,  immortal  praise. 

Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 

Rich  are  the  joys  which  cannot  die,   . 

Rise,  crown  \1  with  light,  imperial  Salem  ris 

Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 
0  my  soul,  the  hours  review. 

Rock  of  ages !  cleft  for  me, 

Salvation  doth  to  God  belong. 

Salvation!  O  the  joyful  sc  w 

ur,  source  of  every  bles  - 
Saviour,  when  in  dust,  to  thee    . 
Saviour  1  when  night  involves  the  skies. 
Saviour  !  who  thy  flock  art  fc . 

ill  the  vineyard  of  the  Lord, 
Seek,  my  soul,  the  narrow  gate, 
Should  nature's  charms,  to  please  the  eye. 
Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly  a 
Since  Christ  our  Passover  is  slain,     . 
Since  I've  known  a  Saviour's  name, 
Sing,  my  soul,  his  wondrous  love, 
Sinner!  rouse  thee  from  thy  sleep, 
Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
Softly  now  the  light  of  day 
Soldiers  of  Christ  arise,  . 
Songs  of  praise  the  angels  sang;   . 
Stay,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay. 
Sov 'reign  Ruler  of  the  skies, 
The  day  is  past  and  gone  ; 


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The  gentle  Saviour  calls     . 

The  God  of  Abraham  praise,    . 

The  God  of  life,  whose  constant  care  . 

The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare, 

The  Lord  will  happiness  divine  . 

The  mighty  flood  that  rolls      . 

The  morning  flowers  display  their  sweets, 

The  race  that  long  in  darkness  pin'd 

The  Saviour,  when  to  heaven  he  rose, 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 

The  spacious  firmament  on  high, 

The  Spirit  in  our  hearts, 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made,    . 

Thou  art  the  way — to  thee  alone      . 

Though  I  should  seek  to  wash  me  clean 

Thou,  God,  all  glory,  honour,  power, 

Thus  speaks  the  High  and  Lofty  One, 

Time  hastens  on ;  ye  longing  saints   . 

5Tis  finish'd — so  the  Saviour  cried,    . 

'Tis  my  happiness  below,     . 

To  Jesus,  our  exalted  Lord, 

To  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name,     . 

To  thee  let  my  first  off'rings  rise, 

To  thy  temple  I  repair ;   . 

Triumphant  Zion !  lift  thy  head 

Vital  spark  of  heavenly  flame  ! 

We  give  immortal  praise     . 

Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest,     . 

When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God,    .     . 

When  dangers,  woes,  or  death  are  nigh,     . 

When  gathering  clouds  around  I  view, 

Whene'er  the  angry  passions  rise, 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear     . 

When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross,   . 

When  Jesus  left  his  heavenly  throne,     . 

When,  Lord,  to  this  our  Western  land. 

When,  rising  from  the  bed  of  death,  '  \ 

When,  streaming  from  the  eastern  skies,    . 

When  those  we  love  are  snatch'd  away, 

When  through  the  torn  sail  the  wild  tempest 

When  we  are  rais'd  from  deep  distress, 

While  angels  thus,  O  Lord,  rejoice, 

While  shepherds  watch M  their  flocks  by  night. 

While  thee  I  seek,  protecting  power,    . 

With  joy  shall  I  behold  the  day 

Witness,  ye  men  and  angels,  now 

Who  are  these  in  bright  array  ? 

Who  is  this  that  comes  from  Edom, 

Why  mournest  thou,  my  anxious  soul, 

Ye  faithful  souls  who  Jesus  know, 
Ye  fields  of  light,  celestial  plains,    . 
Ye  humble  souls,  approach  your  God 
Youth,  when  devoted  to  the  Lord, 


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